Dreams

You're a god blessed well dressed socialite queen

I'm a redneck half- drunk trailer park breed

When we go to parties you don't want to be seen

With a boy with a boy with a boy like me

I've been hanging around with the old silk hat

Listening to the stories that the bums spit out

While you're off in some wonderland

Looking for a parallel kind of man

I said looking for a parallel kind of man

Halloween I bought you twelve white roses

You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel

I was scared of heights

So new york stole ya

Why can't it just be real

Why is it never real

In a broken down broken down broken down van

On the side of the road where the city ends

You're a dream you're a dream you're a dream I had

Dreams are not real baby they're just that

Dreams are not real baby they're just that

Dreams are not real baby they're just that