Hey Baby

you dream in blue
poems that write themselves
on napkins at the deli of our discontent
where i bus tables for tips
and old napkins
with blue poems about you
so it must be true
hey baby
huh baby
ain't that right baby

your secret's safe with me
i'll never let it fall free
after the fire's gone
ashes grow a new tree
and then blossoms come along later
a long later
that's what i see
see you and me
hey baby
huh baby
ain't that right baby

i'll collect all your blue dreams
eternity ain't enough

dreams
are a mystery
so they must hold the answer key
there's the ones you have
and the ones you want
and when they are the same, well then
you weren't really dreamin at all

hey baby
huh baby
ain't that right baby

i'll collect all your blue dreams
eternity ain't enough