Isn't everything a dream?
Why can't I wake up when wonderland's more evil than it seemed?
We are creatures of belief, yet we believe in what we see
and we see clouds, so is that shallow? I don't know, sounds good to me.
Every day is just another chance to shine like
the neon lights that hang in coffe shops and bars
and illuminate the long nights, the cold nights.
Here I am all huddled in this dive instead of
shining for the world to know my Savior is alive.
Gather up my wits and try and make it up and to the door,
but with every step the waiter sits me down and pours me more.
I remember life before I got involved and couldn't leave.
Well I was smarter then,
or maybe I was just naive.
Well I could never rip myself away
from your sweet embrace.
I've been living on caffeine and on black beer
since I dared to kiss your face.
I've been blinded by the mystery
of the bright northern lights,
and in the mean time I've been
drowned by latté days and porter nights.
Break me out of this arrest.
For a few of you I was the light that opened up your best,
but the brightest signs can flicker on and off and get replaced
so you'll find me in this tavern drinking beer and getting faced.
So maybe I've become the darkness I should hate
No one ever said it'd be this hard
or be this great.
I guess the best parts are the mornings with hot java by the ounce.
It helps to know the harder that you fall,
the higher you bounce.
Somebody send in the clowns.
They'd distract you from this holy man who's had his ups and downs.
There are people who will look at me shaking their head,
but we all get lost and in the end we all wind up dead.
So maybe those that see me stumbling from barista to the bar
might, instead of losing hope, they'll help me up into their car.
'Cause who am I to say that caffeine and Corona lead to sin?
When I'm one foot outside the coffee shop,
my head and heart are in.
No man is an island, sometimes we rely upon our friends.
Someone has to blow us out when we've been burning at both ends.
See, I'm just living with my body,
trying to make it worth the sacrifice.
Well I may be a Christian
but I never said that I was Christ.
All I want is retrospect
'case everything looks better fading far behind the pace you set.
Once upon a time I knew what I was meant to be
and nothing in this changing world could change my road to destiny.
But soon enough they started building roadside bars that served all night
and for the daytime they built Starbucks to my left and to my right.
Even way back in the day a good man said
that there's trouble waiting for you
but that bright light shines up ahead.
While I'm hopping back and forth from libations to lattés
I've slowed down enough that I've lost track of all the passing days
but where there's a bar there's Baptists trying to save me from the drink
and though I'd love to write them off,
they've got more credence than you think.
See, there's a man outside who's pointing to my car that hasn't moved
and as I start it up I feel somehow the road has been improved.
This may be the longest song I've ever sung,
but if I keep singing, I'm not drinking-
While I'm up here I'm just having fun.
Well I could never rip myself away
from your sweet embrace.
I've been living on caffeine and on black beer
since I dared to kiss your face.
I've been blinded by the mystery
of the bright northern lights,
and in the mean time I've been
drowned by latté days and porter nights.
(You know they got me dead to rights.)
Why can't I wake up when wonderland's more evil than it seemed?
We are creatures of belief, yet we believe in what we see
and we see clouds, so is that shallow? I don't know, sounds good to me.
Every day is just another chance to shine like
the neon lights that hang in coffe shops and bars
and illuminate the long nights, the cold nights.
Here I am all huddled in this dive instead of
shining for the world to know my Savior is alive.
Gather up my wits and try and make it up and to the door,
but with every step the waiter sits me down and pours me more.
I remember life before I got involved and couldn't leave.
Well I was smarter then,
or maybe I was just naive.
Well I could never rip myself away
from your sweet embrace.
I've been living on caffeine and on black beer
since I dared to kiss your face.
I've been blinded by the mystery
of the bright northern lights,
and in the mean time I've been
drowned by latté days and porter nights.
Break me out of this arrest.
For a few of you I was the light that opened up your best,
but the brightest signs can flicker on and off and get replaced
so you'll find me in this tavern drinking beer and getting faced.
So maybe I've become the darkness I should hate
No one ever said it'd be this hard
or be this great.
I guess the best parts are the mornings with hot java by the ounce.
It helps to know the harder that you fall,
the higher you bounce.
Somebody send in the clowns.
They'd distract you from this holy man who's had his ups and downs.
There are people who will look at me shaking their head,
but we all get lost and in the end we all wind up dead.
So maybe those that see me stumbling from barista to the bar
might, instead of losing hope, they'll help me up into their car.
'Cause who am I to say that caffeine and Corona lead to sin?
When I'm one foot outside the coffee shop,
my head and heart are in.
No man is an island, sometimes we rely upon our friends.
Someone has to blow us out when we've been burning at both ends.
See, I'm just living with my body,
trying to make it worth the sacrifice.
Well I may be a Christian
but I never said that I was Christ.
All I want is retrospect
'case everything looks better fading far behind the pace you set.
Once upon a time I knew what I was meant to be
and nothing in this changing world could change my road to destiny.
But soon enough they started building roadside bars that served all night
and for the daytime they built Starbucks to my left and to my right.
Even way back in the day a good man said
that there's trouble waiting for you
but that bright light shines up ahead.
While I'm hopping back and forth from libations to lattés
I've slowed down enough that I've lost track of all the passing days
but where there's a bar there's Baptists trying to save me from the drink
and though I'd love to write them off,
they've got more credence than you think.
See, there's a man outside who's pointing to my car that hasn't moved
and as I start it up I feel somehow the road has been improved.
This may be the longest song I've ever sung,
but if I keep singing, I'm not drinking-
While I'm up here I'm just having fun.
Well I could never rip myself away
from your sweet embrace.
I've been living on caffeine and on black beer
since I dared to kiss your face.
I've been blinded by the mystery
of the bright northern lights,
and in the mean time I've been
drowned by latté days and porter nights.
(You know they got me dead to rights.)