I had a dream last night about mexican glass
Kaleidoscope of skeletons, a bright red flash
Picturebooks of strangers, no present or past
I still believe in miracles, now ain’t that sad

Chorus
Shoot straight, let it go,
tell the truth, toe the line
This tricky tricky world will knock you on your side
Play fair, go slow,
shake it off, find the time
This tricky tricky world will knock you on your side

Used to have nightmares every single night
Heart raced down the runway, never took flight
Gold teeth interrogation, blue fluorescent light
Another pretty girl slips out of sight

Little boy in a dress whispered something in my ear
The living get the spooks but the buried have no fear
Shadow off the edge, two whiskeys and a beer
Jump into the undertow, nothing’s ever clear