Everybody's living in the brave new earth

Prisoners of the small worlds

That orbit in our skulls

Native sons of a no-man's land

Friends and lovers in the cold

Cold ground

Every now and then

I seem to dream these dreams

Where the mute ones speak

And the deaf ones sing

Touching that miraculous circumstance

Where the blind ones see

And the dry bones dance

Everyone surrenders to the

Brave new scarecrows

Waits for them to hand us

Cigarettes and blindfolds

All lined up for the firing squad

Paper fills the cracks

Of the Wailing Wall

Every now and then

I seem to dream these dreams

Where the dead ones

Live and the hurt ones heal

Touching that miraculous circumstance

Where the blind ones see

And the dry bones dance

And I'm gone gone gone

Carried away by the midnight wind

And I long long long

For a world without end

The kind of thing that

I've never seen

But in my dreams

Spend your life and live to tell

Tarnished coins in the wishing well

Every now and then

I seem to dream those dreams

Where the orphans suckle

And the slaves go free

Touching that miraculous circumstance

Where the blind ones see

And the dry bones dance

Dry bones dance

Dry bones dance

Dry bones dance