Scapegoat Lyrics - Microbunny

Scapegoat
Lyrics by Tamara WilliamsonThere's a lane beside a highwayThat takes you somewhereWhere people still careIn painted houses and corner shoppingWith running rivers that still have fishesAnd I'll kiss you in yellow fieldsAnd we can make a homeAnd work fingers to the boneAnd lie exhausted beside a fireAnd talk about the timeBefore we found the laneYou ... Dream ... You ... Dream with meHe packs a bag 'cause it's too quietAnd up the dusty bank onto the highwayAnd goes through places he's never heard ofThe angry crowd did think that he's a spacecadetAnd I'll need you to make me soberAnd I'll kiss this all goodbyeAnd make up some alibiYou ... Dream ... You ... Dream with meYou ... Dream ... You ... Dream with me