The Dreamers

Flying high, flying low
little wren flits at my window
flying left and flying right
been waiting for your sign
my bag sits by the door
I need nothing more 

flying high, flying low
I can read your palm
I can show you home
but I’m so blind on my own

flying high, flying low
little wren flits at my window
been waiting for your call
the wind pulls
now it’s time for me to follow

flying high, flying low
fortunes grow and fortunes die
I might have missed your coming by
if I’d been looking with my eyes

I can show you the way
I can point the way home
if you’ll take my hand
cause I’m so blind on my own

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2019

Here we go, go 
one foot after the other
don’t have to know, don’t have to know
just know we’re climbing together

I used to call you, call you
I used to call you the other
but you’re no stranger, no stranger
you’re no stranger to me brother

here we go, go
one foot after the other
don’t have to know, don’t have know
just know we’re climbing together

you rise with the Sun 
I talk to the moon
shadows side by side

here we go, go 
one foot after the other
I have two hands, you have a dream   
take my hand and stand on my shoulders

here we go, go
one foot after the other
don’t have to know, don’t have to know
just know we’re climbing together

you rise with the Sun 
I talk to the moon
shadows side by side

here we go, go
the sun is riding on our shoulders
I have two hands, you have a dream
one foot after the other

here we go, go
one foot after the other
don’t have to know, don’t have to know
the sun is riding on our shoulders

here we go, go
one foot after the other
don’t have to know, don’t have to know
the sun is riding on our shoulders 
here we go, go
the sun is riding on our shoulders (repeat 3x)

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2019

Last night as you were sailing 
the journey of a thousand seas
terror broke inside my heart
I heard you’d gone missing

and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree

last night as I weaved
you were sleeping in the arms of another
it was my, my undoing
spring breaking from inside my heart

last night as you were scheming
planes invaded the starry skies
fire rained down as from the sun
I wept in the garden

and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree

last night you cried out to me 
I’m coming home Penelope
please please please wait for me
I’m going home Penelope

last night as I lay sleeping
I dreamt of God inside my heart
I felt a fire as from the sun
oh dear Lord I can’t hold on

and the golden bees were making 
sweet honey from the olive tree
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree

last night as I prayed
I could not, could not delay
our son’s questions, his twelfth birthday
what you you have me say

last night as I was sailing
sailing home from my odyssey 
I dreamt of you inside my heart
I dreamt of you Penelope

and the golden bees were making 
sweet honey of my errors
and the golden bees were making 
sweet honey of my treasures
and the golden bees were making 
sweet honey of my jealousy 
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey of our destiny
and the golden bees were making
sweet honey from the olive tree (x4)

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2019

Part I

I’m making beds I’ve never lied in
been dusting off other men’s dreams
I was only seventeen
when I heard you sing

now I’d give most everything
will you hold my hand?
I don’t pretend, I understand
we could high tail it out of town
while the karaoke sings

you were building the day dreams
sweeping up the evenings
I heard, I heard you calling
like a faithful morning bird

now I don’t pretend, I understand
I hold everything when I hold your hand
we’ll sail out of town
while the karaoke sings

Part II

I need you

we have the vision
don’t need permission I need you we have the vision

understand
yes you can
walk away walk away I need you

we have the vision
don’t need religion I need you we have the vision

understand
yes you can
you are the way you are the way I need you

we hold the vision
don’t need forgiven I need you hold the vision

understand
yes we can we are the way I need you

with precision
hold the vision hold the vision I need you

understand understand
yes you can yes you can I need you

hold the vision hold the vision I need you

hold the vision hold the vision I need you

hold the vision I need you

Part III

Sing
sing
I’ll sing you through

you thought you’d lost the way
you thought if you obeyed it would be true

dream the clock his hands untied
dream rise up rise through the tides

welcome to earth

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2018

And it’s one block, two blocks, three blocks
four in the morning the shelves are stocked 
but you can’t find what you’re looking for
at the convenient store, and she won’t returns your calls 

and it’s one month, two months, three months
of the pouring rain, your heart’s ticking like a bomb 
but you don’t have the keys to her place anymore
you’re so tired of these city streets

Dillinger’s calling 
get your ass over here 
I said hey man, what’s the deal?
aren’t you supposed to be dead?

he said, I fought one war, two wars, three wars
in the middle of the dessert a boat was docked
it was one year, two years, three years 
I floated somewhere middle east of my soul
and bullets flew through the valley of the 
golden gun and broke a window 
how come I don’t feel a thing?
but my heart is talking, tick tick talking 

hey man, what’s going on?
where did everyone go?
where’s my body?
I lost control

Dillinger’s yellin’ boys keep them bullets flying
but you can’t find a body 
and it’s one blast, two blasts, three blasts
in the valley of the golden sun
and all your big bad, rocket fast, rocket fast guns 
can’t put the pieces of your heart back together again
and the ghost won’t stop their tick tick tock
they just won’t stop talking

Woa woa woa man
I didn’t bargain for this
I want my body
I want my soul

tick tick tock, tick tick tock 
the ghosts won’t stop talking
tick tick tock, tick tick tock
they just won’t stop talking

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2019

Can you see my soul baby?
it’s on fire
you judge my day and caught in a trance 
you set me on fire
said I'm burning on fire

said maybe I’m done burning
burning on the line for you
I’ve done walked a thousand miles
walked a thousand miles for you
said I’m done hurting for you

if there ever was a time to leave
it would be lying next to you
from a clean slate baby I knew
I’d walk away from you
this soul isn’t yours to burn

can’t you see your soul baby?
it’s on fire
I judge your day and caught in a trance 
I set you on fire
said I'm burning on fire

said baby I’m done turning
turning this lie for you
I’ve done lived a thousand years
lived a thousand years for you
done turning lies for you

if there ever was a time to leave
it would be lying next to you
from a clean slate baby I knew
I’d walk away from you

if there ever was a time to leave
it would be lying next to you
from a clean slate  baby I knew
I’d walk away from you
this soul isn’t yours to burn
said this soul isn’t yours

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2016

When your dog has gone missing
said when your dog has gone missing
ain’t nothin to free you from 
them dog gone blues

maybe I’ve been chasing time
said maybe I’ve been the roaming kind
been chasing them 
dog gone blues

What do you say to this big fat moon
What do you say to singing some blues
ain’t known a better dog 
since I met you
ain’t know a better dog 
since I met you

ain’t known a better dog 
since I met you
ain’t know a better dog 
since I met you

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2015

Hey 
ya I’m talking to you
you’re looking mighty cute
I like the way you move

wooooo
ya I’m talking to you
I like the way you move
I like your dancing groove

hey 
me, you wanna dance with me?
isn’t that funny we’re having
the same dream

wooooo
ya I”m talking to you
I like the way you move
I like your dancing groove

wooooo
ya I’m talking to you
I wanna shake shake shake shake shake shake
I wanna shake with you 
across the dance  the floor

ya I’m singing for you
I wrote a little song 
won’t ya sing along
it’s a new tune

wooooo
ya I’m talking to you
we don’t need to hurry
across the dance floor
we’ll make up all the rules

wooooo
ya I’m talking to you
I wanna shake shake shake shake shake shake
I wanna shake with you 
across the dance floor

I wanna dance with you
wanna dance with you 
when I’m ninety-two
across the dance floor 

I wanna shake shake shake shake shake shake
I you wanna shake with you 
across the dance floor

you’re looking mighty cute
I like the way you move
I like you’re dancing groove

wooooo
I wanna shake shake shake shake shake shake
I you wanna shake with you 
across the dance floor
when we’re ninety-two
just me and you

you’re looking mighty cute
I like the way you move
I like you’re dancing groove
I wanna shake with you 
when we’re ninety-two
just me and you
when we’re ninety-two

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2018

Do you hear them rocking
horses rocking cross Texas hills
Esau’s crying father won’t you bless me still
I’ve heard that prayer pouring from my own front door

and the flame burns brighter
and my body’s calling
but I can’t remember
I can’t remember who I’m calling for

do you hear them rocking
horses rocking cross Texas fields
Jacob lies but he won’t let go of Esau’s heel
and the angels travel from heaven’s ladder to my front porch

and the flame burns brighter 
as the threads unravels
and the threads unravel 
from days of old  

do you hear them rocking
horses rocking cross Texas hills
I lean against the wings of Gabriel
and the angels travel from heaven’s ladder to his back door

and the flame burns brighter
but he can’t remember
father can’t  remember  
who I sing for

and the horses rocking
rocking cross Texas hills

Do you hear them rocking
Do you hear them rocking
Do you hear them rocking

Written by David Stricker & Kara Stricker, Copyright 2018