With life just begun, my sleeping new son
  has eyes that roll back in his head
  They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart
  and pictures a world past his bed
  It's hard to believe
  As I watch you breathe
  Your mind drifts and weaves
    When you dream,
  what do you dream about?
  When you dream,
  what do you dream about?
  Do you dream about
  music or mathematics
  or planets too far for the eye?
  Do you dream about
  Jesus or quantum mechanics
  or angels who sing lullabies?
    His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived
  With memories he'll learn to ignore
  And when it is closed, he already knows
  he's forgotten all he knew before
  But when sleep sets in
  history begins
  But the future will win
    When you dream,
  what do you dream about?
  When you dream,
  what do you dream about?
  Are they colour or black and white,
  Yiddish or English
  or languages not yet conceived?
  Are they silent or boisterous?
  Do you hear noises just
  loud enough to be perceived?
  Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing
  on transistor radio waves?
  With so little experience,
  your mind not yet cognizant
  Are you wise beyond your few days?
  When you dream,
  what do you dream about?
  When you dream,
  what do you dream about?