A dark man sitting on his front porch
He moves like a meditation
Tall city reeling out before him
Rises like a revelation
Honey can you bring me my bedtime slippers
And a fancy magazine
I'm getting tired and my eyes are weary
Won't you send me to my dream

Dream of a better place, better life
While coping with your civil strife
It cuts you like a knife
Fix the dryer and the squeaky door
And it makes you wonder
Wonder what you're working for
Babe I don't want to run no more
From you

Wake the children and pour some coffee
Get them ready to go to school
Where's your coat it's cold outside
Don't you know the weather's cruel
Honey do you think you could butter my toast
Bring me a fancy magazine
I didn't get much sleep last night
Won't you let me tell you about my dream

Dream of a better place, better life
While coping with your civil strife
It cuts you like a knife
Fix the dryer and the squeaky door
And it makes you wonder
Wonder what you're working for
Babe I don't want to run no more
From you

Take my hat I'm sorry I'm late
Tried to work some overtime
Supervisor says he can't give no raise
Twenty-three years ain't raisin' a dime
Honey can you rub my shoulders
And read me a fancy magazine
I kiss you gently on the cheek
And I hold you till I dream

Dream of a better place, a better life
While coping with your civil strife
It cuts you like a knife
Fix the dryer and the squeaky door
Makes you wonder
Wonder what you're working for
Babe I don't want to run no more
From you

What we ganna do when the tax man comes
Say's he's repossessing
Where we ganna go, who we ganna follow
These things are distressing me
Honey can you tell me a story
'cause we can't afford no magazines
I can't buy you no diamonds or riches
But you'll find them in your dreams

Dreams of a better place, a better life
While coping with your civil strife
It cuts you like a knife
Fix the dryer and the squeaky door
Makes you wonder
Wonder what you're working for
Babe I don't want to, babe I don't
Babe I don't want to run no more
From you