I watch the clock a lot

To see where I'm at in the plot

It's like a movie

Starring me

It's all so moving to me

And I don't wanna leave

This walking dream

It's up to you

To get me home

I won't go it alone

In days of olden

Silence was golden

I dreamed you

Hair on my pillow

Like a weeping willow

Cool breeze flows through

There will be no failure

I won't be the last

Prima donna

Stuck in a trailer

Blasting Fonda on the news

In days of olden

Silence was golden

I dreamed of you

Hair on my pillow

Like a weeping willow

Cool breeze flows through