Coffee Can - Guardian

Each night the dream began

We were sitting here, waiting on our coffee cans

Eyes fixed upon the skies

I was thinking of You, and if I qualified

Then when the trumpet blew

The reality hit, this wasn’t pay-per-view

My can lifted up and out

'Til the siren wailed, and a megaphone shouted

Pull that bucket over

Let me see your registration

You’ll be questioned at the station

By a good cop, bad cop

If they find you guilty

They’ll impound your can in Hades

Where the grounded lads and ladies

Had it good 'til the last drop

I watched the others fly

On their coffee cans, as they waived goodbye

Freed from the earthly grind

They had escaped the roast, I’d been identified

Dream police nowhere to be found

I was left choking on the muddy grounds

I calmed down and reached for my Pez

But the head on the dispenser was Juan Valdez

Pull that bucket over

Let me see your registration

You’ll be questioned at the station

By a good cop, bad cop

If they find you guilty

They’ll impound your can in Hades

Where the grounded lads and ladies

Had it good 'til the last drop

Tossing in my sleep again

The metaphor was wearing thin

'Til my nightmare stretched it even more

Lord you placed the bitter cup

Against your lips, and drank it up To bring me where you are

I can’t believe I’ve wandered off this far

Woke up and smeeled the coffee

I don’t like what caffeine does to me God’s got a pull I’ve felt first hand

I’ve gotta stop believeing my coffee can

Pull that bucket over

Let me see your registration

You’ll be questioned at the station

By a good cop, bad cop

If they find you guilty

They’ll impound your can in Hades

Where the grounded lads and ladies

Had it good 'til the last drop

Bad dream, but I understand

That you can’t get to Heaven on a coffee can