All alone in this world you bend the light to make due
Saving all your shiny pennies sometimes wishes do come
True
You stay when you should run tugging thread through a
Seam
You'll be ready when they come in the season of dreams
In the medicine cabinet remedies to dull the pain
Forty five's and misplaced letters, party dresses do the
Same
Mixing colors on the glass changes every thing you've

Seen
You'll be ready when they come, in the season of dreams
Take the keys from the dash board, this city knows your
Name
Pushing metal on the pavement
Grinding gears in the rain
You stay you should run tugging thread through a seam
You'll be ready when they come in the season of dreams