Lyrics

The waitress at Pete's who took so long to seat you And left you to stand in the doorway With her stringy red hair and her thousand yard stare In her mind, she's the princess of Norway As she's taking your order, she's crossing the fjord The white stallion [spits foam?] like a madman Many vikings have died trying to take her as bride But her heart is reserved for a bad man Rich fantasy lives Somehow she survives, in a world she contrives Inhibited husbands and frustrated wives Lead rich fantasy lives The guy from IT resurrects your PC With a boredom he barely suppresses Though he rarely converses, he has more universes In his head than you've got addresses He [war games?] through weekends, leads armies and legions He doesn't care how well you [putt it?] He's browsing realities, infinite [ballad?] He's seen yours, and yours doesn't cut it Rich fantasy lives He quietly thrives, in a world he contrives Technodrone insects and cubicle hives Lead rich fantasy lives We're piling up fears, but we're out of frontiers Some need to escape but there's nowhere Can't go to the moon, at least anytime soon But an interspace trip [?] So don't be unkind to a wandering mind Just say it again if we missed it Some whispering poem was calling us home To a place we know never existed Rich fantasy lives [RPs?] spawned [?], in our hyperspace drives Until that steam engine to Hogwarts arrives We'll have rich fantasy lives Rich fantasy lives Our quests and our tribes and our Babylon [hives?] Until something better than this world arrives We'll have rich fantasy lives Rich fantasy lives Rich fantasy lives