(D. Coutts) 

She seems so far away she could sleep through World War III 
And if they ever start I'd rather be that girl than me 
The first part of the day she is pleasently sedated
She says she likes to go where the hate is separated 

Reality's overrated 
Soda pop religion on line 
I must remain in dreamland 
Just to have a regular life 

She lives, she lives 
Morning girl she is 

Never seen the morning star 
Never heard me slam the door
She must be dreaming good yeah 
She knows what dreams are for