I had a rather vivid dream that I had written a song, and, if I do say so myself, it was quite good. It was a song about growing up.
It had a catchy, walking piano part, a bit like in a Randy Newman song but slightly more complicated. The song's bridge was very sweet and melancholy-funny, and you couldn't help but sing along.
But as soon as I opened my eyes, it slipped from my memory like smoke into wind (nice crap simile there, Chris). All I was able to hold onto was this lyric:
"When I was a young boy
I had a young boy smile."
I am very upset that I have forgotten the rest.