Daniel Lanois

A man carried metal, carried gold
More than he could handle, more than he could hold
It weighed him down to a sand shallow grave
Where his bones were eaten by a heat wave
While here it rains all night and it blows a sweet breeze
I think I'll call you up
And say please, baby please
I love you, I love you, yeah, I love you, yeah, I love you
Ah the dream machine
Makes it hard to see
If I could stand outside myself and watch it come to me