oh, at night when i sleep
oh, the dreams come to me
make me believe that my life is not my own
and if life were like my dreams
all the things i would see
i would be so much braver than i know
no i can’t understand
what it means to be a man
and to lead a woman from her home
and if love were indeed
all the things i believe
then i guess i would never feel alone
oh, what are you afraid of?
if this city never sleeps
does it mean that no one dreams?
if that’s so then i guess i’m coming home