There's Times I'd Been Mistaken
In the dream, I was at an airport.
I'd gotten off a plane.
Someone came up to me. And said "We've got to hurry, Mr. Adams."
I said he had the wrong guy.
He didn't listen.
And then I was in a limo.
And being helped into a suit.
And I was handed a guitar.
And pushed onto stage.
Where the band started playing. That big hit song.
And the crowd cheered as I walked up to the microphone. A roadie handed me a cord and I plugged in the guitar.
Because it was a dream...
I didn't worry that I couldn't play guitar.
I didn't worry that I hadn't picked up my bags at the airport.
I didn't worry that the real guy would show up.
All I could think of was that I hoped the pool was really empty and that I couldn't remember all the words to this song: