Pepsicosign

Your father was right
There's no better view
The lights in the sign
Have a picture of you
Now we're driving through the dawn
From a place that we knew
And we're leaving it behind
In the car's rear view
I heard you talking in your sleep
About the people we would meet
In some imaginary place
Let's call it grace
If I were a luckier man
I'd have some job in a buttercup bank
The rivers would flow with the glint of gold
And the jokes I tell they would never get old
As it is I am lucky enough
I have my friends and I have my health
I have my job and it keeps us fed
And as I sing I can see you sleeping in our bed
Your father was right
There's no better view
The lights in the sign
Are a picture of you
Now we're talking through the night
In a mood that we know
Are we getting anywhere?
I guess time will show
I tell you softly to believe
In people, language, and in me
And in return I'd be the breeze
So calmly cooling you