Gingerbread Patriots - Donna Mills lyrics

A worker with Real tired eyes Counts the days until he dies It won't be long if things don't change real soon Nights run into days it seems Causing supernatural dreams The sun just glows And the moon has caught on fire Paving roads so cars can drive so horns can honk And cities thrive When he was young He stared at the moon Planning how he would travel there soon Everything would be fine On the moon Things aren't the way He planned them to be There was so he wanted to see Now he just feels the fire Of the moon His wife wakes up and does her hair Even though she's going no where Alone at home The TV is her friend Falcon creast And dynasty Donna mills she wants to be When he gets home She's sleeping on the couch With all the strength he has left He caries her up the steps When she was young and played in her room Pretending dolls were bride and a groom Everything was alright in her room Things aren't the way they planned them to be He's feeling lonely and so is she Why can't they be the dolls in her room?