I dreamt of tadpoles
I dreamt of wax candles burning
I dreamt that I was flying
I dreamt that I was falling
But for all those nights of dreaming
I never once dreamt of you
I dreamt of cabbages cooking
On my grandmother's stove
I dreamt of rats crawling
Amid the Fresh Kills Dump
But for all those nights of dreaming
I never once dreamt of you
I dreamt of a Far Side calendar
It was glowing neon bright
Against the infinite ink black
Of a star-cluttered night
But for all those nights of dreaming
Between all those sleepless days
All those nights I spent dreaming away
I never once dreamt of you