John Wesley Harding - When Dreams Come True (Alternate Version) Lyrics
Nice girls are writing in journalsThings they wish they'd doneAnd all their bad sisters are walking high wiresCounting the days in a monthThe awful truth doesn't bear thinkingNor does the half-baked lieThey get their hopes dirty once in a whileWash them and hang them to dryEveryone's down except for the clownsAnd noah don't know where to goIt's hell up in heaven, there's nothing much hereAnd all the real men are belowWhat happens when dreams come true?Will we know what to doWhen our dreams come true?So a saviour rolls in past the big signThat says "strangers - please turn round"The men tie him up to a feeding postAnd take his credentials downThe sun beats rays on our salad daysHis lips get parched and dryThe girls bring him drink with a giggle and a winkAnd his moment of glory expiresWhat happens when dreams come true?Will we know what to doWhen our dreams come true?Mr.sandman can't believe itHe thought he gave them what they neededYou couldn't get no higherThan a handsome dark messiahBut he's got one more trick up his sleeve,Before he gives up once againA siren goes off as she walks inAs the cowboy lies dying in the dustShe walks through the room where the gentlemen gatherSurrounded by debris and rustShe smoulders and steams, straight out of their dreamsBut no-one will talk to her firstBig words are just wordsThey're small and absurdShe leaves and we all die of thirstWhat happens when dreams come true?Will we know what to doWhen our dreams come true?
