Every night I sleep so goodnThen I wake before I shouldnEvery rhyme might not be understoodnSo I close my eyes and I dream of younnOn our first talk we walked a country milenThe old ways seemed they were still in stylenI hadn't seen you crying in quite a whilenI do all these things just to see you smilennEvery night, the street light,nShines through the window blindsnBut I can't read your mind, nThrough these parallel linesnnI thought in your sleep that you mentioned himnTrying to hear with my conscience dimnWaking up slowly to who I've beennNever reaching the end of what I beginnnEvery night, the street light,nShines through the window blindsnBut I can't read your mind, nThrough these parallel linesnnI've taken time to clear my mindnI'm chasing lines almost nnEvery night I watch you dreamingnTossing and turning, the street light's beamingnI'm going crazy trying to read your mindnnEvery night I watch you dreamingnThe street light's beamingnShines through the window blinds,nBut I can't read your mind, nThrough these parallel linesn