Dancing With Dreams

We were eighteen and nineteen

And paired off on Saturday nights

Down in the basement, big killer stereo

Dimmer switch on the lights

Jane was a dancer, Paul was a drummer

Christine was a doctor to be

Life stretched out before us like one endless summer

And that brings us to me

I was the gypsy

We sang as we stood at the gate

We were ready to take the world on

Four young soldiers of fate

Couldn't wait to go right every wrong

Wearing our passion, our hopes

Out t-shirts and jeans

Dancin with dreams

Ten years ago May we all drank to the future

And all went out separate ways

I packed up to go with my clothes and piano

And music and something to say

I hear Paul owns a drum shop

Jane teaches ballet

And Christine's an ob-gyn

I'm writing songs that I sing in a cafe

And sometimes I write about them

I miss my friends

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Before reality threw up the roadblocks

And nothin was out of our reach

Time flowed smooth as a waltz, so it seemed

We were dancin with dreams

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