With apologies to Yeats and his 'Ballad of the Foxhunter':

The Pauper's Dream

Sunday morning I had a dream
I was working at a bookstore
The shelves were tall and dusty
The owner was a nice fellow
He asked if I wanted an advance on next week's pay
I said no way
No way

This girl with short dark hair
She's putting books on the shelves
She has a nice smile when we speak
So I decide to ask her
"Are you seeing anybody either tomorrow or today?"
She said no way
No way

No sorrow here
No shame
No way back to whence ye came
I didn't know anybody in that dream
But everything was alright

Her long blonde friend and I were lounging
She leaned over and told me
"We've talked all day the sun's turned red"
"You're getting bored", to which I said
"Are you kidding, I could listen to you talk all day"
"No way I'd ever get bored listening to you talk, no way"
No way

No sorrow here
No shame
No way back to whence ye came
I didn't know anybody in that dream

No sorrow here
No shame
No way back to whence ye came
Just a poor idea of paradise
Unfit for anyone who'd be his own king
Just a poor idea of paradise
Unfit for anyone who'd do his own thing

No sorrow here
No shame
No way back to whence ye came
Inside a pauper's dream

And when you wake up
You're a blind hound
And the moments pass and pass

Oh, you wake up
You're a blind hound
The moments pass and pass