It's off Jim Stafford's album "Not Just Another Pretty Foot."
I memorized this in high school because we had to recite a poem in English class. To the best of my recollection, the lyrics are as follows:
NONE OF US ARE HERE
I woke up in a mansion where I'd never been before,
wrapped in satin sheets, lying on a marble floor.
I asked the man on the unicorn who appeared from beneath the bed
if he knew what was going on, and this is what he said:
Someone, somewhere went to sleep and dreamed us both alive.
Dreams get pushed around a lot, and I doubt if we'll survive.
We won't get to wake up; dreams were born to disappear,
And I'm sure that neither one of us are here.
I pulled myself together and tied myself up tight.
I walked around and around the room, 'til I came to the middle of the night.
And there in the middle sat a calico cat on the sheets from the verse before,
And this is what she told me as she bolted for the door:
Someone, somewhere went to sleep and dreamed us both alive.
Dreams get pushed around a lot, and I doubt if we'll survive.
We won't get to wake up; dreams were born to disappear,
And I'm sure that neither one of us are here.
I [snuggled?] in my satin sheets and flew straight for the hall.
When I saw the cat had bolted the door, I lifted up the wall.
And there outside the mansion gates all the answers I'd been seeking
Took the form of a terrible storm and chased me back to my sleeping.
Don't you see:
Someone, somewhere went to sleep and dreamed us ALL alive.
Dreams get pushed around a lot, and I doubt if we'll survive.
We won't get to wake up, dreams were born to disappear,
And I'm pretty sure that none of us are here.
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