When I was little I couldn't find the sun
So they took me to the fair
With big balloons and treasure beyond the wildest dreams
I was never a fool for fun
So I never really slept well
All those nights and those dreams

But what is a life?
What is a dream within a dream?
What a wonderful portrait
Painted with colors unconcealed
Pealing away all of the
Pain and misery
As the dove says goodnight I'll sleep...  

Drove to the fair on a
Cloudy Friday night
Just to get the feel of sleep to my eyes
The papers that fly in the air
Are the papers that I have written
About a grate deal of pain

But what is a life....