He had just returned from Monte Carlo 
He was on his way to Japan 
And everything they did made me want to emulate them
Made me want to be just like them
And his wife, looking very Japanese 
Had never been to Japan 
She sang Japanese songs, I tried my best to sing along 
And the sky was gray and it looked like it might rain 
And I decided that 
I was only eating rice from then on
And he spoke of places and of people that I knew very 
well 
And I asked about them, it seemed painful for him to 
speak 
She said maybe later, if we go to the movies you can 
speak 
He was reading heavy books, and seemed burdened by his 
knowledge,
She wore a thin Japanese robe 
And the sky was gray and it looked like it might rain
And I decided that I was only eating rice from then on
Hey, sweet dreams, great teacher 
Hey, great teacher, sweet dreams 
Hey, sweet dreams, great teacher 
Hey, great teacher, sweet dreams
I will meditate each morning at the sunrise
I will write down all of my dreams 
I will travel on the backroads , I will 
Keep myself open to whatever
Every day I will learn a secret language 
I will make my living in the casino 
With 11 or less against a bust card 
I will double down
And the sky is gray and it looks like it might rain 
And I've decided that I'm only eating rice from now on
Hey, sweet dreams, great teacher 
Hey, great teacher, sweet dreams