Dreams of Our Fathers Dave Matthews Band

I’m choking I’m choking
On the smoke from this burning house
I claw and I scrape
But I can’t seem to get out oh
But who the who is this
That’s scratching from the ground
It’s my world too
But who’s gold is this I’m digging out

When we go where we go
When we’re dead
Is the verdict still out
Do we get into line
To line up with those long dead now
With muffled tears of sorrow
For bones underground
This is our time yes it is
Without or with this shadow of doubt

Don’t want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
It’s such a waste child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess yes
My dreams are a wonder about this
This love I possess love
Must be the dreams of our fathers