Lyrics

Everybody's got a dream Some dreams can kill you Some just dry up and blow away Some booze and pill you Kids run down cobblestone streets With light-up sneakers on their feet Next to suicide cases And thumbtack schemes Here's to the girl from out the way I raised your baby Crayons and papier-mache Yeah, here comes daddy It's accidental, so you say Just nature's casual play Just some summertime traces Washed down a drain