Dreams Mundane

I dream a dream
That most would find mundane
I dream of being a mail boy
In an office rather large
I have a cart to carry mail
With a smile upon my face
And on Tuesday they have donuts
They save me a maple square
And orange juice to drink
And I deliver mail and do my job
And enjoy my days
And go home to a family
And live a life of peace
In my dreams
In my dreams
I find a kind of simplicity
That makes me dream away