Lyrics

Superball
words by Rich Ferguson and Tom Rossi music by Tom Rossi

When rocks dream they dream they’re mountains
Deserts dream they dream they’re fountains
Religions dream, they dream they’re one
The daisy dreams it is a gun
Tombstones dream they’re sandy beaches
Braeburns dream they’re Georgia peaches
When yellow dreams it dreams in blue
And when I dream I dream of you

We’re flying high like a superball
Spinning ‘round above it all
Then back down we go

Crickets dream they’re symphonies Monday dreams of Sunday’s ease
Death it dreams in living color
The ocean dreams it was your mother
Prison dreams it’s open sky
The sky it dreams of getting higher
Sucker punch dreams it’s a touch so true
And when I dream I dream I’m you

We’re flying high like a superball
Spinning ‘round above it all
Then back down we go