Golden Dream from Lost Hours by Meadownet

She’s slammed the door for the fourth time today,
Said I blink too loud and I look in her way.
I offered to help, she told me to scram—
So now I’m just helpin’ by bein’ a man.

So I go to the pub for a pint at ten,
Sit with the fellas with a cheeky grin
We laugh 'til we burp, then float downstream,
And crash in bed with a golden dream.
Oh, crash in bed with a golden dream.

Woke up at six to the sound of the loo,
It gurgled and coughed like it needed one too.
Boss says I’m lazy, I say he’s right—
I’ve mastered the art of just barely alright.

So I go to the pub for a pint at ten,
Sit with the fellas with a cheeky grin
We laugh 'til we burp, then float downstream,
And crash in bed with a golden dream.
Oh, crash in bed with a golden dream.

No kids to yell or borrow the car,
Just me and the telly and one stubborn jar.
The dog next door thinks I’m a ghost—
Which makes two of us, at most.

So I go to the pub for a pint at ten,
Sit with the fellas with a cheeky grin
We laugh 'til we burp, then float downstream,
And crash in bed with a golden dream.
Oh, crash in bed with a golden dream.

Dream of riches, peace, and pie—
Then wake up late and wonder why.

• Rock
• chamber pop
• folk
• psychedelic rock
• Cape Girardeau