Summer Teeth - Live at the Boulder Theater, Boulder, CO 11/1/99

Like a cloud his fingers explode
 On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
 His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
 And every evening when he gets home
 To make his supper and eat it alone
 His black shirt cries
 While his shoes get cold
 It's just a dream he keeps having
 And it doesn't seem to mean anything
 It's just a dream he keeps having
 One summer, a suicide
 Another autumn, a traveler's guide
 He hits snooze twice before he dies
 And every evening when he gets home
 To make his supper and eat it alone
 His black shirt cries
 While his shoes get cold
 It's just a dream he keeps having
 And it doesn't seem to mean anything
 It's just a dream he keeps having
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 He feels lucky to have you here
 In his kitchen, in your chair
 Sometimes he forgets that you're even there
 It's just a dream he keeps having (hoo-hoo, haa-haa)
 It doesn't seem to mean anything (hoo-hoo)
 It's just a dream he keeps having (haa-haa)
 (Hoo-hoo) It's just a dream (haa-haa)
 It doesn't seem to mean anything
 (Hoo-hoo, haa-haa)
 (Hoo-hoo, haa-haa)
 (Hoo-hoo, haa-haa)
 (Hoo-hoo, haa-haa)