everybody's got a dreamnsome dreams can kill younsome just dry up and blow awaynsome booze and pill younnkids run down cobblestone streetsnwith light-up sneakers on their feetnnext to suicide casesnand thumbtack schemesnnhere's to the girl from out the wayni raised your babyncrayons and papier-machenyeah, here comes daddynnit's accidental, so you saynjust nature's casual playnjust some summertime tracesnwashed down a drain