Please don't let my dreams run dry He just takes the tractor another round And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky." He gets up before the

The way you'd love her The way you'd love to love her How's your heart been beating? How's your skin been keeping? How's the dream been going since you came back home this time? And left her out there somewhere Told her how you feel but Never really got

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I walk alone, I walk alone My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will

Truth, the truth, the truth about love is I think it just may be perfect The only person of my dreams I never ever ever ever been this happy But now something has changed And the truth about love is it's all a lie I thought you were the one, and I hate

Fly to a dream Once I had a dream And this is it Once there was a child's dream One night the clock struck twelve The window open wide Once there was a child's heart The age I learned to fly And took a step outside

Oh, my life Is changing every day In every possible way And oh, my dreams It's never quite as it seems Impossible to ignore Impossible not to do Never quite as it seems I know I've felt like this before

Our gift divine Some of us choose to live gracefully Some can get caught in the maze And lose their way home This is the life we belong to In the heart of your most solemn barren night When your soul's turned inside out Have you questioned all the

My wild sweet love Oh I need you more than ever now Will I know what this all means When we're a hazy memory? With all the colors of a dream Oh what comes after this? A momentary bliss And here we are somehow The world shines gold and new

You're killing me, you're killing me Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream Put down the pen and look in my eyes We're in the waiting room and something ain't right All this is on you, we're over prescribed Doctor, your medicine, and your

For angels to fly And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream