Half the time    As I sit in disarray   I am thinking of a dream I never had   Then I awake and for a while   I call your name in Colin's house   But tiny children have a way of falling down      Oh I could make a meal   Of that wonderful dispair I feel   But waking up I turn and face the wall      The car arrives   And takes me back again   Drifting through imaginary blaze   And fighting men, a border raft   A sailing ship has run aground   And confidence is valued in these days      But each character    Is plundering my home   And taking everything that is my own      Oh no, I'm not sure about   Those things that I cared about   Oh no, I'm not sure   Not anymore   Oh no, I'm not sure about   Those things that I cared about   Oh no, I'm not sure   Not anymore