Cursive - Dorothy at Forty Lyrics
We can't go chasing down each golden streetEach and every rainbow, each passion, each unattainable goalWe're not in dreamland anymoreDorothy, it seems you'll never understandThis here land is everything we haveEvery sweat-stained collar, every dollar, every bit and bloody spurWe're not the kids that we once wereWe can't be the adults we want to beDreams are all you have, dreams have held you backDreamers never live, only dream of itDream cars, dream houses, dream jobs, dream spousesDreams of tornadoes, cities of emeraldAnd I know we swore [...]American dreams pollute our citiesOur piece of the pie can't fill our bellies(More!) More square inches(More!) Picket fences(More!) Clothes on the line(More!) Naps at noontimeMore of our fair shareMore of our birthrightMore of what we're owedMore...Paid vacation(More!) Entertainment(More!) Compensation(More!) Gratuitous gratificationDorothy, wake up, Dorothy, wake upDorothy, wake up, it's time for work
