We're Working On It Lyrics

Daddy, what makes a dream

Daddy, what makes a dream

The road curved but I didn't

The road curved but I didn't

The road curved but I didn't

The road curved but I didn't

The mind is like a very wonderful camera

You know how a camera works

That's the way the mind works

Evidently, from the time we're born the mind takes pictures

And stores them away

Now and then one of those pictures comes loose in our sleep

And that becomes a dream

We're working on it

Daddy, what makes a dream

Daddy, what makes a dream

I learned a lot of things I didn't know before, since I've been here

I've got to get out, I've got to get out first thing in the morning

We've gotta get out of here, get some clothes and some dough

No. The only way to ever get out of that place again is in a pine box

With your lungs raddled up with gas

From the time we're born the mind takes pictures

And stores them away

Now and then one of those pictures comes loose in our sleep

And that becomes a dream

The road curved but I didn't

We're working on it

The road curved but I didn't

We're working on it

The road curved but I didn't

We're working on it

The road curved but I didn't

We're working on it

The road curved but I didn't

We're working on it