Last night I was dreaming I was in my GMC
I was feeling kind of empty because it was just a ‘93
So I filled it full of fossil from the bosom of the earth
Which I burned up quite a lot of on my long commute to work
Where I worked at what I hated just to keep up with the bills
Which I paid to meet the rising cost of feeling unfulfilled
Which I felt at every moment with occasional respite
Like the times that I’d go shopping or watch TV shows at night
But I’m waking up, but I’m waking up
I’m waking up from the American Dream
Last night I was dreaming of the one eternal hope
That my life would be improved if the economy would grow
Which already was a monster on a mission to consume
And was eating almost everything and running out of room
And it whispered to me “mister, here’s some products that you need
And the standard of your living is too low” and I agreed!
So I got myself a credit card with not a penny down
And a long ride on the not-so-merry-money-go-round
But I’m waking up, but I’m waking up
I’m waking up from the American Dream
Yeah, the world was like an Amoco and I said “Fill er up!”
With a house, a car, a VCR, a lawn and all that stuff
But I got a nagging notion that enough did not exist
And at the end of every day I’d wonder “is this all there is?”
And someone said “Hey, you’ve already got ten times more than the rest
And six-billion other people want the little that’s still left!”
But I snapped “It’s a free country and by rights it’s mine to keep
And by the way, who do I pay to take away this garbage heap?”
But I’m waking up, but I’m waking up
I’m waking up from the American Dream
It seemed that the beginning of the dream was so benign, I mean
All I ever wanted was a smidgen of the pie
And some comfort and security and good things for my kids
And, OK, to please the neighbors and my ego while I did
Anyway, it’s great to be awake and feeling satisfied
With seeking out the simple and the deeper things in life
And with giving to the world instead of hoarding it for me
Boy, I guess I’m not too excited about falling back to sleep
And as crazy as it was, hey, was it a dream or not?
Well, just promise not to save me if I ever start to nod
Put no-doze in my coffee, throw me outside in the cold
Just don’t ever say “OK now, back to bed you go!”
But I’m waking up, but I’m waking up
I’m waking up from the American Dream