Neal Gladstone Lyrics

The night is lonely the clock strikes three; I sit here playing with my drum machine; And wonder where he can be; The drummer of my dreams; He won't be hostile and he won't take drugs; He won't drop cigarette butts on my rugs; He'll have some self esteem; The drummer of my dreams; I'd be breathless I'd be dazzled; I'd go out of my mind; It would be heaven; If I could find someone; Who could actually keep time; He won't be hyper he won't play too fast; He won't use sticks the size of baseball bats; He won't be seventeen; The drummer of my dreams; Solo; He wouldn't have to be a great musician; Just have some taste and a little precision; And not get plastered during intermission; Where can he be; Oh Lord above is it so much to ask; For someone who is not a psychopath; Someone mature and clean; The drummer of my dreams; Maybe this summer I'll find the drummer of my dreams
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