She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red

We could've been It could've been right but I was wrong Only think 'bout you when I'm alone And we try to pretend Every now and again We don't dream about, don't think about what Though I'm holding again 'Cause I know in the end You dream about, I think

You belong with me Been here all along so why can't you see Dreaming about the day when you wake up Standing by and waiting at your back door You're on the phone with your girlfriend She's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers and me Why are there so many songs about rainbows And what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions but only illusions Rainbows have nothing to hide So we've been told and some

But I know I'm gonna get there someday Well its been a year and there so much to tell Been doing alright in spite of myself Just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray Got that job I was dreaming about Sometimes its tough traveling around But who I

Waiting for the summer I'm standing by the corner The place we used to meet Right there where I told you You're running off with me We dreamed about the water Or sitting by a stream We were young and in love We took a train, right after sunset

Who's that loungin' in my chair? Who's that castin' devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah And I smell sex and candy here Hanging 'round downtown by myself And I've had so much time to sit and think about myself And there she

Don't know much about love But it sounds easy Why do you make it so hard? Maybe I'm a dreamer Don't know much about But together we can run In my face I feel the sun In my eyes you're still the one There ain't no need to be afraid

Let me tell you about hard work Dear Mr. President, How do you walk with your head held high? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? Can you even look me in the eye? Come take a walk with

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red