Dreaming up tomorrow
Dreaming up tomorrow
Tomorrow.
I have no fear, I have no shame,
But everyone is on the game.
They talk of dreams, they walk in sleep
I'm half away but in too deep
I've been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of gold
I've been dreaming of change
Dreaming up tomorrow
Dreaming up tomorrow
Tomorrow.
America is dreaming us.
In a hostage's hands there'll be no fuss.
A messy dream, a dream of youth,
A dream of wealth, no room for truth.
I can see all these preachers and they're standing on next to me.
A hand in the hand and they're waving at me furiously
And I don't know why
No, I don't know why.
I'm standing on the corner and this man is coming up to me
With Bible at his hand and he is bashing at me furiously.
He has a soapbox on his head and says that god is dead to me
I don't know why No,
I don't know why.
I've been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of gold
I've been dreaming of change
Dreaming up tomorrow
Tomorrow.
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