Can't get going.
fear is showing.
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams
There's no telling,
what they're selling.
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
street of dreams
There's a shadow on my daddy's stone, where he was laid, laid to rest.
I ask him is this just a dream, or is it just another test?
I turn my back against the cold, i turn my face into the wind.
And i wonder will i ever, ever make it home again?
shadow on daddy's stone, ten years gone, it seems
i ask him will i ever stop, ever stop dreaming dreams?!
he said never, never, never.
And i was praying,
you'd be staying.
On this lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Street of dreams.
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