I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factory
Where the paycheck's a breeze and I tell jokes in Portugese

The Spanish lady with the laze eye
Thinks back before my time
Danced around the avocado tree, a careless pirouette
Reaching for perfect fruit that hasn't fallen yet

And when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)

I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factory
Where money grows on trees
And I do whatever I please

The quiet widow with the worry nose combs her hair before she goes
Creamed corn and Pat Sajak; a Thursday rendevouz
Dream 'till the radio sings a familiar tune

And when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)

She's been staring at her hands for hours watching the lines take form
Begins the repetition of a weary life when a free spirit conforms

And when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)

I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factory
Where a required skill is building blocks of time to kill
Now I'm serving time in Iroquois Street assembly line