So off the clouds of Nova Scotia,
I’ve been flying, trying to photograph my face for posters.
I’ve been sailing further from my family lately,
Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me.
I’m tangled up in my own web,
It’s been sixteen days at least since I’ve seen my own bed,
I’ve been chasing dreams and sleeping less and less my mum said,
I need to relax, and be back for cups of tea,
She asks me:

Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When those eyelids rarely close?
I don’t know, Mum;
We’ll find out, I suppose.
I don’t know…

What, my friend? You know what?
Dress in fancy clothes; sounds fun,
I’ll admit, I even smiled a little bit in round one.
But now I’m searching for a purpose, I haven’t found one,
Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me.
I sing to disappear my own mind,
Fingers in my ears, holding out for golden sunshine.
Sometimes wondering why I just can’t seem to stop time,
Find me a lady, have a baby, or maybe three, cheeky.

Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big;
When those eyelids rarely shut?
And I don’t know, my friend,
But I don’t really give a-