The lake in the song is Lac Leman, and the bridge the good old Pont de Mont Blanc, which had a way of shaking as you walked across that now would make me think an earthquake was on the way. I forget if I actually dreamed this, or imagined it as I was walking across the bridge stoned or just made up at some point.
I dreamed as I was walking across the lake
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
The bridge beneath my feet began to shake
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
A school of flying fish rose up in synch
Like dead poets, bless the poets
Electric yellow, neon green and pink
Like dead poets, bless the poets
I recognized those fish flying overhead
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Were the poets I read in my youth, now dead
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
The shining spirits of poets who had died
Like dead poets, bless the poets
Through neglect, disease or suicide
Like dead poets, bless the poets
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Like dead poets, bless the poets
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Like dead poets, bless the poets
The only beauty it seems that we revere
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Will flash and shine, explode, then disappear
Like dead poets, bless the poets
Like Berryman and Dylan, if you please
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Anne Sexton, Sylvia and Weldon Kees
Like dead poets, bless the poets
We all so love to dream of a special heaven
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
For rock stars who have died at 27
Like dead poets, bless the poets
And what’s illuminated in their wake?
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Is it the blue of sky or blue of lake?
Like dead poets, bless the poets
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Like dead poets, bless the poets
Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Like dead poets, bless the poets, &c.
