Dreaming Up Tomorrow Songtext
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Dreaming Up Tomorrow Songtext
I can′t believe it's happening
I held it back, but now it swings
Just lead me on, you know the way
I know the game, I know the pay
I′ve been dreaming of gold
I've been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of change
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Tomorrow!
I have no fear, I have no shame
For everyone is on the game
They talk of dreams, they walk in sleep
I′m half awake, but in too deep
I′ve been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of gold
I′ve been dreaming of change
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Tomorrow!
America is dreaming us
In a hustler's hands, there′ll be no fuss
A messy dream, a dream of youth
A dream of wealth, no room for truth
I can see all these preachers
And they're standing all around next to me
And hand in their hand
And they′re waving at me furiously
And I don't know why
No, I don't know why
I′m standing on the corner
And this man is coming up to me
With Bible in his hand
And he is bashing at me furiously
He has a soap box on his head
And says that God is dead to me
I don′t know why
No, I don't know why
I′ve been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of gold
I′ve been dreaming of change
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Tomorrow!
I held it back, but now it swings
Just lead me on, you know the way
I know the game, I know the pay
I′ve been dreaming of gold
I've been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of change
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Tomorrow!
I have no fear, I have no shame
For everyone is on the game
They talk of dreams, they walk in sleep
I′m half awake, but in too deep
I′ve been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of gold
I′ve been dreaming of change
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Tomorrow!
America is dreaming us
In a hustler's hands, there′ll be no fuss
A messy dream, a dream of youth
A dream of wealth, no room for truth
I can see all these preachers
And they're standing all around next to me
And hand in their hand
And they′re waving at me furiously
And I don't know why
No, I don't know why
I′m standing on the corner
And this man is coming up to me
With Bible in his hand
And he is bashing at me furiously
He has a soap box on his head
And says that God is dead to me
I don′t know why
No, I don't know why
I′ve been dreaming of fame
I've been dreaming of gold
I′ve been dreaming of change
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Dreaming of tomorrow
Tomorrow!
Writer(s): Timothy Booth, James Glennie, James Gott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com