There's a revolution Swirling pictures of never ending dreams I can't see what these images mean Locked inside can't set the rainbow free Like perishing flowers they sag and twist and die Joy or sorrow what does revolution mean To save today is like

Just can't loosen these chains and things These chains that bind me Woke up this morning After another one of those crazy dreams Oh, nothing is going right this morning The whole world is wrong it seems Oh, I guess it's the chain that binds me I can't

Nana, nana, nana na Nana, nana, nana This little laser beam I'm gonna let it be These broken dreams are fallen leaves Cheer up now Flailing on the ground Cheer up, the end is coming I plant my feet in the dirt

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death "They changed so much, you know what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?" Yeah, I was the wave, but

So we can start again So don't stay, just turn away And leave all these worn out streets and broken homes Suburban dreams are all we've known Go, it's all the same Maybe we should find a place where no one knows our name And we can start again

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Now you're in New York Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in

Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more