You where in my dream last night
Like every night since two years ago
I think my dream is trying to tell my something
And I say "tell me something I don't already know”
Just buy me a drink, so I can refuse
To raise my glass to these sad and worn out midnight shoes
In my next dream I want a pair of cowboy boots
The kind that walks the straightest and most narrow route
Anywhere but back to you
Here we are down the same old street