30000 dreams high above the world

flying on a jet stream to somewhere else

watching a picture show

laying back on a blanket of stars



your voice on the telephone

kills the pain

some place in america far away

it's endlessly wonderful here

but i just dont belong in between



fireworks and memories fade away 

you painted life beautiful 

i heard you say 

"it's cold but it's colourful 

ball bushka don't cry anymore"



all your love was never wasted

this is not goodbye

i am hanging on

i am coming home

to see you again



all your love was never wasted

this is not goodbye

i am hanging on

i'll be coming home

i'll see you again