Postal Service

Last week I had the strangest dream,
Where everything was exactly how it seemed,
Where there was never any mystery,
Of who shot John F. Kennedy
It was,
Just a man with something to prove,
Slightly bored and severly confused,
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center,
and became famous on that day in november,

Don't wake me I plan on sleeping...

Again last night I had that strange dream,
Where everything was exactly how it seemed,
Concerns about the world getting warmer,
People thought that they were just being rewarded,
For treating others as they'd like to be treated,
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases,
For mailing letters with the address of the sender,
Now we can swim any day in november,

Don't wake me I plan on sleeping...