Lyrics by Tamara Williamson



There's a lane beside a highway 

That takes you somewhere 

Where people still care 

In painted houses and corner shopping 

With running rivers that still have fishes 

And I'll kiss you in yellow fields 

And we can make a home 

And work fingers to the bone 

And lie exhausted beside a fire 

And talk about the time 

Before we found the lane 



You ... Dream ... You ... Dream with me 



He packs a bag ‘cause it's too quiet 

And up the dusty bank onto the highway 

And goes through places he's never heard of 

The angry crowd did think that he's a space 

cadet 

And I'll need you to make me sober 

And I'll kiss this all goodbye 

And make up some alibi 



You ... Dream ... You ... Dream with me 

You ... Dream ... You ... Dream with me