High on a cliff in Mexico Staring down at the rocks and the sea below I can hear the church bells ring I can hear the choir I remember the night she
in the land of dreams On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams
At the lights along the bay Your arms have got so heavy, now They're just getting in your way Look Now you're walkin' in the holy land Yeah, that's you
all of us, together If you can believe In something bigger than yourself You can follow the flag forever They say it's just a dream That dreamers dreamed
One September morning when I was five My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed." I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside He said, "Son
do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do" If I had one wish One dream I knew would
Of all of the people that I used to know Most never adjusted to the great big world I see them lurking in book stores Working for the Public Radio Carrying
People tell me that I brag a lot 'cause I call myself the Masterman Always talkin' 'bout how I got dynamite in every hand Hit it Me and my brother we
of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams Those
They say that people are livin' in the street No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet Six black children livin' in a burned-up room One bare light
Left Los Angeles a short while ago Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head
All dressed up, nowhere to go Looks so easy but it isn't you know Hard to find what you're dreamin' of But there's something special about our love
