Well I hope this is real
'Cause if I've been dreaming
Then wen I wake from my rest
All my friends will be ghosts
All my loves will be shadows
My own mind exploring itself

And that just seems so sad, deceitful, and wanting
This whole life, I've just been alone
Oh but I can complain
I've seen some beauty
Wherever I wake up
I'll call my home

And I know that its tried
To sing about dreaming
But I do it myself
When I dream
When I wake up
I sometimes remember
The things that I sing in my sleep

And so I stay prepared
With a pencil and paper
And wherever I wake up
I'll call my home

But hho am I to say
What's been imagined
If I can't understand my own mind
Even if its all been a smoke screen or a pageant
I still like te way that its alive

And the truth don't mean much
If its been a good story
Of shame, glory, and the bones
Maybe all that we are
Is all we remember
Wherever I wake up
I'll call my home

Yeah, wherever I wake up
I'll call my home