Nothing is as it seems In the waking dreamer's dreams One moment, they're walking the street The next, they're traversing giants' feet Trying not to get crushed One moment stopping, the next rushed Back in reality, drawing near That which he should truly fear A careless driver, a speeding car An intoxicated body, fresh from the bar... ...headed straight toward the dreamer's path You can do the math And your math would be wrong For this is a different song Of a dreamer in a forest Of a drinker walking home to rest Of a driver that stays off the road And a plane with a car in its load