Jacqueline

I had a dream of Jacqueline

The tragic morning kind

She was so fair

I was her man

Now I truly wake to find

That waking up to those brown eyes

At stunning second home by a lake

Was the product of stolen snapshots and

You know, sleeping's a mistake

I had a dream

My brother Ryan

He floated down

Oh, from a cloud as I cried over you

As I cried over you

He's dressed in a white suit

My brother's so smart

My brother's so sharp, he says

He says - "You know you're a grown man,

Now you can do just what you want."

And I really believed him

But now I'm slowly waking up

Asleep it seemed much easier

Now I can barely face the day

So what's the point of sleeping

If you're more tired when you wake?

So I say sleeping's a mistake

Sleeping's a mistake

Sleeping's a mistake

Sleeping's a mistake

Sleeping's a mistake

Sleeping's a mistake

Sleeping's a mistake

I can't take the starting over

Over, over, over, over

I can't take, I can't take starting over

I don't like the starting over

Over, over, over, over

I don't like, I don't like starting over again