Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

I'm waitin' in a bar,
I wait here every day,
Waitin' on the woman of my dreams,
Forecast said she'd find me,
If I built a fire in a fancy cave,
But she stood me up again,
I find myself cursin' under my breath,
While I'm duckin' out the back.

I followed her trail for years,
But you can't find her when you're looking for her,
SO I just set my traps and wait,
While the hot-line reassures me she's coming,
And the big screen says what it will all be like.

But my patience is growing thin,
They say surrender is a sin,
And if that's true I'll never be,
Her good Christian.

And while I chase another shot,
My new best friend,
Interrupts my chain of thought,
To tell me,
It's all a government plot,
But, hey, you know, they're just not that clever,
No ordinary mind,
Could develop such a myth,
To convince me that she's there,
With flowers in her hair,
And walks on perfumed air,
And sings without a care,
And dreams that she will share
If you only know where.

And just like when you reach the top of the mountain,
You got to keep on climbin',
So if you find the woman of your dreams,
You got to keep on lookin',
So I'm climbin' everyday,
The planets and the stars,
Past the fabric of the universe,
To the realm of true love's birth,
Makes me wonder what I'm worth,
Why I'm sleepin' at the wheel,
And diggin' deeper in the earth,
When I won't be around to see my flowers bloom.