Tekster: Buck-O-Nine. Ah Yeah.

All of out lives and all our dreams
Seems to come apart at the seams
But in the night we dream of better things to come

There's gotta be a better way
We tend to fantasize
Even though reality will open our eyes

Why do we push our dreams aside?
We must open our hearts and then our minds
If it was all left to me then we would all live in a dream

But when we try to find another reason
All we find is displeasin'
It's a wonder we don't lose all hope and faith

And if we could dream all day
We'd pray for things to go our way
And all our lives would see a happy day