I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

I'm a product of the tube and the free lunch Living room, watching old reruns This one's for all the little dreamers And who cares your daddy couldn't be here? Don't stop now, keep dreaming And the ones who never gave a fuck Mama always kept the cable on

I won't stop breathing. I must be dreaming! I can't believe what I've become, Your world is falling at your feet, Watch yourself, I'm taking over. The cracks in the pavement won't break my stride. I tread lightly,

Like Lamborghini doors We, we're going up Dreaming of things we can't afford But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh They gon' love me, they gon' love me now I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now I bet they say, "He put his

'Cause I'm on top of the world, 'ey I'm on top of the world, 'ey Waiting on this for a while now Paying my dues to the dirt I've been waiting to smile, 'ey Been holding it in for a while, 'ey Take it with me if I can Been dreaming of this since a child

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands

Just like a butterfly that's caught in the rain! Here I am, lonely, Tired and lonely, Crying for home in vain, Longing for flowers, Dreaming of hours Back in the sun-kissed lane, I know that all of the world is cheery By that old cottage door,

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning

So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain The road's calling out my name Dreaming of La Boheme Maybe I'll go to Barbizon Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone Or maybe I'll just travel on So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight