Potato Dreams

Potato dreams float by
Flat on the ground they lie
And slowly blink their eyes
Existentially dreading the direction it's heading
That they refuse to die
That on the ground they lie

There are strangers all around
I'm sure that one's a clown
I know them very well
Existentially dreading the direction it's heading
Their names I couldn't tell
They're strangers I know well

It's a baby
No, a man
It's a dog
But it has hands
It's a car
That's stuck in sand
I can fly
I'm in a band
I'm so confused
I understand

It's a party yesterday
I remember what dreams may
What comes next underway
Existentially dreading the direction it's heading
That time has stretched away
Now tomorrow is today

It's a table
No, a chair
It's a cloud
But it has hair
It's a horse
That talks in rhyme
I can sing
But not on time
I'm so confused
But I feel fine

Existentially dreading the direction it's heading
I'm so confused
But I feel fine

I'm so confused
But I feel fine