Call Me Up in Dreamland (Van Morrison)

Well I tried and I tried But the river seems so wide And my head hurts and my hands are tied And it's so hard When you're standing on the yard Every time that your number comes around Call me up in dreamland Radio to me man, alright Get the message to me Anyway you can Well let your river roll A way down in your soul Never to grow old On the saxophone From the airport to the plane A way to the railroad trains Why can't we take it from the top And start all over again Everytime you hear that whistle blow You know you gotta put on your show Everytime your number comes around Call me up in dreamland Radio to me man Get the message to me Anyway you can A let your river roll Way down in your soul Never to grow old On a saxophone [Instrumental & sax solo] From the car to the bar Or why don't you pour it in a jar? An put a label on it And send it off to the lost and found You've gotta get it in your brain But before you go insane Everytime your number comes around Here it comes Call me up in dreamland A radio to me man Get the message to me Anyway you can Let your river roll A way down in your soul Never to grow old On a saxophone Never to grow old On a saxophone Never to grow old On the saxophone Never to grow old On that-a saxophone Lord have mercy!