Inventor's Interlude

Took me under your wing

Don’t know where I’d be

You're my best friend

You listened

You saved me from bad dreams

 

Said you need to slow down

Can’t learn it all now 

You were always reminding me 

Of who I was becoming 

Copied your steady speech

For lost dignity 

You had your own dial 

You're own style 

An air of grace

No matter if they hailed you

You left, disconnected 

You’re an inventor

You saved me from bad dreams

 

A diet of the greatest minds

Chicken soup for the soul

Keep expanding inside 

You saved me from bad dreams