I had a dream of JacquelinenThe tragic morning kindnShe was so fairnI was her mannNow I truly wake to findnThat waking up to those brown eyesnAt stunning second home by a lakenWas the product of stolen snapshots andnYou know, sleeping's a mistakennI had a dreamnMy brother RyannHe floated downnOh, from a cloud as I cried over younAs I cried over younHe's dressed in a white suitnMy brother's so smartnMy brother's so sharp, he saysnHe says - You know you're a grown man,nNow you can do just what you want.nAnd I really believed himnBut now I'm slowly waking upnAsleep it seemed much easiernNow I can barely face the daynSo what's the point of sleepingnIf you're more tired when you wake?nSo I say sleeping's a mistakennSleeping's a mistakenSleeping's a mistakenSleeping's a mistakennSleeping's a mistakenSleeping's a mistakenSleeping's a mistakennI can't take the starting overnOver, over, over, overnI can't take, I can't take starting overnnI don't like the starting overnOver, over, over, overnI don't like, I don't like starting over again