Dream weaver caught me. Now I'm in this never ending nightmare known as California. Scream for help but nobodys listening. The rain won't stop, yea right sunny California. I can only hope to be struck by lightning then maybe I'll wake. I'm outside and I'm soaked, can they reach me before I drown in that puddle, probably not. Well the moral of the story is that it's cold out there when you're lonely. Where are those family and friends that are supposed to show you guidance? Maybe they're blowing in the wind or maybe they don't care. Maybe they're your very own ditch diggers waiting for you to fall. You just have to stay strong, you'll find your way out of that web one way or another.
