With life just begun, my sleeping new son
has eyes that roll back in his head

They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart
and pictures a world past his bed
It's hard to believe

As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves


When you dream,
what do you dream about?
When you dream,

what do you dream about?
Do you dream about
music or mathematics

or planets too far for the eye?
Do you dream about
Jesus or quantum mechanics

or angels who sing lullabies?

His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived

With memories he'll learn to ignore
And when it is closed, he already knows
he's forgotten all he knew before

But when sleep sets in
history begins
But the future will win


When you dream,
what do you dream about?

When you dream,
what do you dream about?
Are they colour or black and white,

Yiddish or English
or languages not yet conceived?
Are they silent or boisterous?

Do you hear noises just
loud enough to be perceived?
Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing

on transistor radio waves?
With so little experience,
your mind not yet cognizant

Are you wise beyond your few days?
When you dream,
what do you dream about?

When you dream,
what do you dream about?