The Bonnevilles

I DREAMT OF THE DEAD I mind the things I see coming through the doorway Conspicuous by absence is noted by the eye

I look around and wonder what I did it was just a little too easy To let principle get in the way of making money making friends We made good things in the end

I feel sick at the mention of your name I wanna cry I dreamt of the dead.

My turn you tried to make me put away My childish notions of a brotherhood of man

I learned to stay my course and get ‘er done My back to the wind don’t be afraid of the su