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