Our cubicle was a stage
We took a 9 to 5 on the road
Keyboards clattered as we played
and dreamed the dream of old
We sang the songs of our youth
before we grew too quick to live
Rejected lies buried in the truth
as we rocked the roof off a gig
Signed autographs, autonomous rock stars
And discovered what life really meant
We sung our hearts in the name of art
behind a guitar, instead of a desk
Last night, I dared to dream,
before I rolled over and hit snooze
Tried to recapture the moment
when the dream was still ours to choose


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