Soñando

I'd rather be dreaming than living.

Living's just too hard to do.

It's chances, not choices.

Noises, not voices.

A day's just a thing to get through.

Living's just too hard to do.

I'd rather be dreaming than talking.

There's nothing to hear or to say.

With ears covered, mouth closed

The world is opposed

Nothing gets in or away.

There's nothing to hear or to say

I'd rather be dreaming than thinking.

Thoughts are small comfort to me.

Dreams might be pretend,

But at least dreams end

And I just can't stop thinking, you see,

Thoughts are small comfort to me.

I'd rather be dreaming than sleeping.

Just sleeping you're just as well dead.

In dreams I can fly,

In dreams I don't die,

That's why I lie here in this bed.

Just sleeping you're just as well dead.

I'd rather be dreaming. 

"Dreaming" by Loudon Wainwright III

*Nada que agregar de parte mía, arruinaría la sencilla poesía de ésta, una de mis canciones favoritas.