You Gotta Stop

--You Gotta stop dreaming the bad dreams
You gotta start making things right
You gotta stop dreaming the bad dreams
There’s a better way to be in the night--


Well I was ‘Just in from a cold rain’
And I was ‘Trying to make some sense of the dark’
And she was ‘everything I thought would be alright’
But she didn’t know the pain in my heart


Well I was ‘Angry in a world of strangers’
And she ‘touched me like I don’t know how’
And ‘I thought it was another nightmare’ people
You could hear the monster’s growl


She took me to the back of the parlor
There was a place where I could stay for the night
And she said there wasn’t anything evil there
Just a painting of an artist’s life