Gimme something to dream about Something to dream about…oh give me Gimme something to laugh about Something to laugh about…oh set me free I have waited all my life To let go of this ever-shifting psychedelic kite I have waited all my days To let go of the feeling I might never find my place…so Gimme something to dream about Something to dream about…oh give me Gimme something to breathe about Something to dance about…oh set me free I have waited all my life To let go of this ever-shifting psychedelic kite I have waited all my days To let go of the feeling I might never find my place…but Heaven is a grocery store clerk Heaven is a grocery store clerk Sometimes when I’m feeling lonely I pick up a pencil and I draw a circle Sometimes when I’m feeling low I pick up a paintbrush and I draw a line I have waited all my life To let go of this ever-shifting psychedelic knife I have waited all my days To let go of the feeling I might never find my grace…but Heaven is a grocery store clerk Heaven is a grocery store clerk