(Paul Cotton)
I've seen you falling behind your dreams
And pictures changing without the scenes
Broken stories and borrowed lines
Ain't it hard these days
To get on your way
Well, it's still what you do
And it's not so much in what you say
And there are people who ride a train
Into the city and back again
Only to get up in the same old frame
Could you reckon with them blues
In a world that's win or lose
Any fool could see
It goes on just the same
So many people inside the past
Talkin' 'bout these days they're movin' too fast
And the future it will not last
Everybody has a dream