Glorlylight and Christie Songtext
von Cotton Jones

Dreamed I was a knife
Black as any night
Where the cracking followed
Led me to the coming light
Where I was far below
Falling on the
With that funny little story
′Bout that one time when I was


Dreamed I was a wheel
So I rode you on
Sailed the silver isles of mornin'
Through a long, outrageous sun
Spit out from the glory light
Into the by and by
Which was the mornin′ rail yard
With the coal cars passing' by
By then a royal spring had sprung
All in perfect rows
I would have loved to meet the gardener
Said thanks for all the seeds he sowed
When I dreamed I was a wheel
Rollin' you along
On the silver isles of mornin′
On the silver isles of mornin′
In a song

Dreamed I was an hour
Sixty minutes short
Lord, I knew my end was comin'
So I hurried out the door
For to find the pace of life
That which I was a part
I could only be an hour
Could only leave an hours mark
But you′re grateful for my time
Being very brave
I shared my hour with the minutes
Turned them into days and weeks
When I dreamed I was an hour
Funny as it may seem
Least I was never scared
Of following that dream