In the beginning we were full of ideals
We were talking it out
Instead of keeping it real
It was a palace, made of papier-mâché
And it got thicker and thicker
As we were adding it on
I gave your palace a garden
And a fake little lawn
Made it look so pretty
Instead of making it strong
We kept ourselves in the moment
We didn't ask for a lot
And we were dreaming of nothing
And now it's all that we've got
So if you're thinking of building
You should start with the cellar
Maybe read a few books by Buckminster-Fuller
Keep it strong, keep it simple
And make it air tight
And if you fail then start over
With whatever is left
It seems only apparent
That those old parts work best
See how everything falters when put to the test
Now you can take what you want
Like you can leave what you chose
But if you're dreaming of nothing
Then, you've got nothing to lose
So I'm walking around with my bag full of parts
And I'm looking for someone
With some rulers and charts
Who maybe is looking to build something new
Maybe out in the country
Where we won't need that lawn
We'll have acres and acres
And some fish in a pond
No more rain, no more salvage
And no more wandering around
That's what I'm dreaming about
We'll build this house together
And shape it as we please
Because I don't need a place
I'm dreaming of nothing