No one speaks kindly these days
Of us from what I hear
Our future is fragile
No one here has a reason to lose
Yet some of us fail
Because they can afford to
No one's really
Truly from the city
From the backwoods they from
To the backwoods they are going
No one here does what they should
From what I can tell
They will never tell you
I need this bed to myself
Dreams are sleeping
Dreams are sleeping
No one wants to miss a single thing
Haven't you heard?
Can you please pay attention
No one here does what they should
And from what I can tell
I've already told you
I need this bed to myself
Dreams are sleeping
Dreams are sleeping