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She laid down in clover |
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Clouds rolling by like a marshmallow parade |
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Gone dreaming, angel with a dirty face |
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The wildest flower the good Lord ever made |
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Well her teachers called her problem child |
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Her parents never understood |
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Silently she held her breath |
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She knew one day that she would be |
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Dreaming out loud |
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Free to fly high and proud |
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She's living for the day |
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When she'll hear the people back home say |
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"Hey, look at her now" |
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Dreamin' out loud |
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Look at her now |
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She left home, one summer |
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Flying toward the bright lights of a city far away |
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Now she's singing like a neon nightingale |
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In every road house and honky tonk caberet |
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Through all the noise, the come on lines |
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The guitars ringing in her ears |
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She takes the stage and for one more night |
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The world around her disappears |
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They used to say girl come back to reality |
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But she'd smile and say it's too quiet there for me |
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Dreaming out loud |
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Free to fly high and proud |
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She's living for the day |
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When she'll hear the people back home say |
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"Hey, look at her now" |
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Dreamin' out loud |
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Look at her now |
