Dreams - Max Jury

You’re a god blessed, well dressed socialite queen

I’m a redneck, half-drunk trailer park breed

When we go to parties, you don’t want to be seen

With a boy, with a boy, with a boy like me

I’ve been hanging around with the old silk hat

Listening to the stories that the bums spit out

While you’re off in some wonderland

Looking for a parallel kind of man

I said looking for a parallel kind of man

Halloween I bought you twelve white roses

You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel

I was scared of heights

So New York stole ya

Why can’t it just be real

Why is it never real

In a broken down, broken down, broken down van

On the side of the road where the city ends

You’re a dream, you’re a dream, you’re a dream I had

Dreams are not real, baby they’re just that

Dreams are not real, baby they’re just that

Dreams are not real, baby they’re just that