Cloudy with No Chance of Life; Sober Up.

The chase of a dream

where at the end I should beam

with riches I've earned

with my own two hands

The grant of a name

where at the end I own fame

with business I've earned

with my own two cents

Now I realize how

more pleasing were the days

I did not want for dream

or want for fame

but I wanted to please

my Creator

Again now I come

my dreams and crowns

laid before You

my Abba Father

Lord, keep me sober

Now is the after

such a long cloudy season.