The Waves.

The waves that push this
Sinking dish
Can only last so long

Dreams have left me here
Love hate laughter fear
How lost they are

If all you can touch is real
All you can see and feel
Then hi ho

Hey diddle diddle
The cat can have his fiddle
And the cow can keep his moon

But to dream would be a different sort
To ascend to the highest mountain and peer off it
To climb to the edge of the world

To scream at the top of your lungs
Let us fear none other than God
For who am I to fear the world

And I say, Hey diddle
The cat can keep the fiddle
If I can keep my dreams