The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In

I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

In the middle of a dance floor all alone Right when I was just about to lean on in Why'd you have to go then? Baby, in the middle of the glow of the neon light It shoulda, coulda, woulda been the night of our lives How you gonna leave me right in the

Two souls drawn to the fire in desperate dreams Two hearts lost to desire's desperate schemes One girl lost in a reverie Lost love found in a memory Those nights live on forever Two fools lost in a desperate dream Two dreamers, what would it feel like to

I can't stop lovin' you To live in memory Of old lonesome times I can't stop wantin' you So I'll just live my life So I've made up my mind It's useless to say In dreams of yesterday Those happy hours That we once knew

(I can't stop loving you) (I can't stop wanting you) It's useless to say I've made up my mind To live in memory of the lonesome times So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday (Dreams of yesterday) Those happy hours that we once knew Tho' long

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

I'm still haunted by the best years of The best years of my life 'Cause I was caught up in the crime It's a loaded memory Yeah, it kills me every time And I'm trying not to scream but it's eating me alive A pocket full of pills and a forty in my mouth

Leave out all the rest When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory I can't be who you are So, if you're asking me, I want you

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans