Maybe Sprout Wings

A bad dream shook me in my sleep
 And I woke up sweating
 Ran through the dark to the shower
 Already forgetting
 Try to think good thoughts
 Trying to find my way clear
 Let the room fill with steam
 Trace pictures on the mirror
 Ghosts and clouds
 And nameless things
 Squint your eyes and hope real hard
 Maybe sprout wings
 I clawed my way to the living room window
 Stood there in the cold
 The last bits of my dream like figures in the distance
 Hard to hold
 I thought of old friends, the one's who'd gone missing
 Said all their names three times
 Phantoms in the early dark
 Canaries in the mines
 Ghosts and clouds
 And nameless things
 Squint your eyes and hope real hard
 Maybe sprout wings