But it's hard to think of crying . . .

I have a song in my head that doesn't exist.

I had a dream last night: I'm in a car, which pulls up right next to another car. It's dark outside, and the windows are tinted, but when you look from the car I'm in to the dashboard of the other car, it's covered in these softly glowing yellow lights. She designed them that way, the guy who's driving tells me; nobody knows why. She is supposedly the person who directed the settlement of the planet we're on. She's in charge of everything, including apparently setting up this trick with lights when you look from one car to the other.

Then the dream shifts a couple of times, and somebody the dream identifies as one of glasseye's friends (a talented lot!) is singing a song that seems to be about growing up with your mother the only music teacher in a small town, and how the pressure can warp one's love for music. It's a classic long, depressing folk song, though the singer seems to have written it; his mother may or may not be the same strange autocratic figure who set up the trick with the lights, on the bleak little planet of the first part of the dream.

Anyway, I woke up with the refrain of his song in my head-- or rather, the line "But it's hard to think of crying." I think the full refrain may have been "But it's hard to think of crying when I think of all the lights there."

Sounds to me like it ought to be the refrain of a tear-jerking environmentalist ballad. Anyone with more musical clue than I have (meaning roughly anyone on this planet except possibly my father) want dream lyrics to a tear-jerking environmentalist ballad?