There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

Songs in the kitchen All my dreams came true My songs took me far away Now I'm singing them every night In these bright lights up on this stage To tell you the truth I'm probably just missing Songs in the car Songs from the heart

I've got dreams Dreams to remember (I've got dreams) rough dreams (dreams to remember) I know you said he was just a friend These eyes of mine, they don't fool me Why did he hold you so tenderly? I've got dreams, dreams to remember I've got dreams,

All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice) But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (cash) Uh, yuh, shaking my demons off (shake 'em) Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams) Never been food for sharks (nope) Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash) Pop hella bands

And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means What it means to find your dreams You ever wonder what it all really mean Find your dreams come true I've been waiting on this my whole life These dreams be waking me up at night You say I think I'm

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

I was only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from. I can hear them singing. When the rain had washed away All these scattered dreams

This is the end This is the end of chasing dreams gone by Ever-long is this goodbye and this This is the end of our respect denied Stand with us or stand aside This ends now Look me in these blackened eyes Brothers my brothers And I don't care about last

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

Our lives will not be lived in vain We're throwing wrenches in the gears These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even