Someone in the doorway, braced against the cold,
Red brick against his back; he thought he’d been so bold
With bitterness inside him he recalled her face and name,
She told him that she loved him; he told her the same and walked away.
Still her face before him, his guitar began to play,
The band rocked on behind him, the crowd begun to sway,
His album climbed the charts like a bullet from a gun,
Fans numbered in the thousands, and he was number one.
Dreamer dreaming dreams of youth,
Dreams of days gone by,
Dreams are spun by liars who won’t release the lie,
There’s murder in money, prison in fame,
Danger in love, and tears in the rain.
There’s murder in money, prison in fame,
Danger in love, and tears in the rain.
He stood in a silhouette; at last he wore the crown,
Desire of a lifetime: on stage in his hometown,
And in the street outside was a long-forgotten face,
Praying for the dreamer, she wept for the boy’s mistakes.
Dreamer dreaming dreams of youth,
Dreams of days gone by,
Dreams are spun by liars who won’t release the lie,
There’s murder in money, prison in fame,
Danger in love, and tears in the rain.
And as he left the theatre in his limousine, he saw her in an instant,
Felt the breath of their lost dreams,
But rock and roll was calling; the spotlight never waits,
A crying girl and her God watched him move on to his fate.
