Wasteland Sweet Dream

[Intro] Brass hums low, the neon bleeds a soft old glow Half-empty mug on the rusted bar, the world moves real slow [Verse 1] Dust drifts light cross the cracked tile floor Jukebox spits a tune from a long gone war Geiger ticking soft like a lullaby hum I got a pocket full of pre-war bubblegum Wasteland wind don't bite half as sharp As the memory of your laugh in that old tarp shack Rad glow paints the sky in tangerine hue Ain't no trouble here, baby, me and you [Chorus] We're just souls driftin' in a good sweet dream No more hard times, no more sharp bad steam Saxophone sighs where the old road bends Ain't no rush, ain't no need to make amends We're just souls driftin' in a good sweet dream Warm as whiskey, soft as the moon's pale gleam [Verse 2] Mole rat scampers past the broken shelf We don't mind him, he's just lookin' for himself Mr. Armstrong's voice crackles on the old radio Says the whole wide world's just a big slow show I got a crumpled photo of your old blue dress Tucked in my coat where the radiation's less We got nuka cola fizzin' on the sill Ain't no apocalypse that can break this thrill [Chorus] We're just souls driftin' in a good sweet dream No more hard times, no more sharp bad steam Saxophone sighs where the old road bends Ain't no rush, ain't no need to make amends We're just souls driftin' in a good sweet dream Warm as whiskey, soft as the moon's pale gleam [Bridge] They can say the world's all burnt and gone But this little jazz club, it keeps hangin' on The brass don't care 'bout the rad count's rise We just sway slow, underneath the hazy skies [Outro] Brass fades soft, the neon dims real low Souls drift on, where the sweet dreams go