We Dream
A snapshot of Americana and the flow of life that goes around us unspoken and unanswered. Holding onto our fears and hopes as if we alone are living a book written long ago. I looked around the café and out into the street and watched as people went about their day. I wondering what story each person would tell and what would mine be?
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Lyrics
We dream
She stares at the waves out the window
Her man lost to the sea
She dreams of the time they spent together
She dreams she dreams
He awakes to the sound of gunfire
In 85 this was a pretty good town
He knows he ain't going nowhere
If he hasn’t left by now
he dreams , he dreams ..
He drives a big car works a lot of over time
Made enough money now to buy Tennessee
To much at stake to think about stopping now
Looks at the stage and wishes he was me
we dream , we dream ..
Whoa whoa yeah , whoa whoa yeah
When i get home tonight put down this guitar
Lay my head straight to sleep
I'm on a big stage lots of people there
Asking me to sing
we dream, we dream ..
Whoa whoa yeah , whoa whoa yeah
We dream
Jim Dixon Broken Poets Publishing 12 3 11