the chariot broke down again
stirring the reigns we can't control
since the storm is everywhere
when it stops we'll never know

mr. treasurer did we lose that much
i guess we lost all that fire
didn't look that much inspired

i'm always dreaming of perfect weather
where the harmonies can dance forever
to the touch to the sound, we'll sing it louder

the other half of all our dreams
covered by curtains somewhere
our hopes are on this road we chose
where it rains and it's always cold

mr. driver steady as she goes
stay awake for sixteen hours
where conversation can turn sour

i'm always dreaming of perfect weather
where the harmonies can dance forever
to the touch to the sound, we'll sing it louder

the crickets outside have never been louder before
with cold staring eyes that pick a side
paid five bucks at the door
it's easy to just cry out for more
we might as well just wake up the town
and tear the rug off this floor

i'm always dreaming of perfect weather
where the harmonies can dance forever
to the touch to the sound, we'll sing it louder