If I could write out my own dreamnFor the next time that I sleepnYou'd be the first one that I seenAnd I the last one that you keepnnAnd the dream would go on and onnWhile we sway against all things thrown our waynAnd the morning would be so cruelnWhen it came with sunshine and warmth to blamenFor announcing the end of my sweet dreamnFor announcing the end of my sweet dream