A       C#m
last night, a big storm blew in
F#      D
and today, you might think it was the winter's end
because the birds have returned, and they're singing a song
that makes me want to sing again
lightning bolts were striking all night
i stayed up late, trying to write
you were out of town, i was underground
and i turned on that yellow light
Bm   Dm

and i had a dream that i was at a show
and i couldn't play any song that i know
i couldn't think of the words, no, not even the chords
so i dropped my guitar and ran out the door
and all the while, in the other room
matty was having a bad dream too
he had chopped off somebody's head with an axe
i guess nightmares are born from thunder booms

then i woke up, and i opened the door
and i wasn't worried about anything anymore
i knew every word to every song i ever sung
i filled up my lungs, and i sung everyone
to the trees!  to the leaves!
that were growing on their branches!
to the cats!  to the birds!
as they were trying to catch them!

Bm      Dm
and i thought about you, and i thought about me
A
and i wondered if you had bad dreams
Bm      Dm      A
and if i'll ever get to hear you sing