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