From
The Smoker You Drink, the Player You Get (1973) by
Joe Walsh
Dreams (Walsh) - 5:40
Takin' the time for dreams, off to waste the day
Plungin' headlong, yeah
Nothin' is what it seems
Only just a word that was said wrong
Takin' the time for dreams
Feelin' lazy, and you know there ain't as many
As there was a while ago
Said there isn't any
Goin' down slow
Start to feel alone, when they don't care, no
Worry your days away, what's the hurry?
When you're travelling down the road goin' nowhere
Travellin' down the road
'Cause the woman drives me crazy
And she can't be bought with money
Yes, and she's easy on my mind
She thinks my jokes are funny
Makes me feel fine, yes, she does, now
Keeps me in line, just because, now
She makes me feel fine
Well if you can, try to teach them things that they don't know, yeah
Give 'em a helping hand
Make them see the things there that don't show
Give 'em a helping hand
'Cause we're wastin' time
And no matter what they say, now
Well, we don't have very long
Just a dream away
You can come along
All right
All night now
She makes me feel fine, woah