I left home a long, long time ago. In a tin can for the road with a suitcase and some songs. Chasing miles through the nighttime making tracks. With no time for looking back to the place where I belong.
Dreams, I have dreams. When I'm awake, when I'm asleep. And you, you are in my dreams. You're underneath my skin, how am I so weak?. . And now, in my dreams.