Here goes nothing

I had been dreaming that your name was Jeanie.
Late in the evening in the garden of Eden we would meet.
And I'd realize in the morning light. Too late.
That I'm much worse off than I was last night

Open your eyes
To a place where you can make up your mind.
I didn't notice you were in line next to me
And how many more days or weeks will it take
Before the robots think or learn to love?

Just the way you ladies have been dreaming of...
When will all the pushes start to turn to shoves?
They should've known..
Shoulda coulda woulda stayed at home
They shoulda played it to a metronome
Or a beat.