But I still miss you. Everything seems like a city of dreams, I never know why, There she's standing in a field of lights, I close my eyes, And I still miss you. And I still miss you, But I still miss you,

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed

When I close my eyes You're always there You're all I see In the dark of night You're in my dreams Throughout the day You're easy to find There's so many things I didn't say

We are meant for more Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change I know that sounds so strange Is anyone watching us down here? I'm writing down my dreams, all I'd like to see Starting with the bees or else they're gonna die There won't be no

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer Not a trace, of doubt in my mind I couldn't leave her if I tried Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all of my dreams No not if I tried I'm in love and I'm a believer I thought

Still I choke on her lies I wish I was free of this Still I feel my strength hurt To pick, hold my head high I rewrite my song I see her in my dreams Wish that she wasn't there But she still haunts me and I

Then my heart cried oh I love you so Love you so I was lost in the world of dreams Hunting every star shining over him, it seems I watch like a shepherd boy Searching for his laughing, and dancing everywhere You can walk, yeah you catching me You and I

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on! The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherf***in' war we got My other Capo in this big a**, conglomerate called

Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems. I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy, And lovin' the cowboy ways. Pursuin' the life of my