Dream, Boy

Dream, boy!
Don't become an old man before your time
You're in your prime, sweet bird of youth
But tell the truth you worry
Just a little bit

Dream, boy
Every night before you drift off to sleep
And never weep for could've beens
But could it be you worry
Just a little bit?

You're not getting any younger
Despite what the ladies tell you
You fell from grace
And haven't hit bottom yet

I'm getting the feeling
That you're feeling uneasy
In your own skin

Dream, boy
Be it wishful thinking or fantasy
Though you're not free to make it so
Of course, you know you're always
Free to dream of it

You're not getting any younger
Despite what the ladies tell you
You fell from grace
And haven't hit bottom yet

I'm getting the feeling
That you're feeling uneasy
In your own skin

You're feeling uneasy
In your own skin
Dream, boy

You're feeling uneasy
In your own skin
Dream, boy

You're feeling uneasy
In your own skin
Dream, boy!