Dream trader stares at the universe Writes it and reads it on reverse Runs on the street at the speed of light Lives in your minds, lives for the night Dream trader's silent but extrovert Decides what to write on the next verse He's the regret after a bad choice He's the pale voice suppressing the noise He's a loner in a crowded place He's the fog in the clouded days Melancholy in an old man's Blues But would you ever wear his shoes? But would you ever wear his shoes?