WAKING/FALLING DREAM W/M: Bob Bennett Outside this room and window The world begins to cry At least that's how the sirens make it seem I was tucking in my baby For another winter's night When suddenly I fell into a waking dream I reach out my black and boney hand To soothe my starving son His sunken eyes are burning through my skin And now l am deep in the jungle Planting corn that will not grow The guts of a volcano Where my fields had been Inside this room and window My heart begins to cry At least that's how these Teardrops make it seem I was tucking in my conscience For another winter's night When suddenly I woke up From this falling dream This waking/falling dream