Imagine dusty old roads and all McDonalds with middle-age waitresses Coffee black as the oil that falls off trailers at a truck stop Watching the sunrise, looking into your eyes Watching our dreams, as they go by
I pictured all of the things that Tom and Frankie told me about Wanna see for myself now, but I`m afraid it`s gonna be a let down Watching the sunrise, looking into your eyes Watching the cars as, they go by
If I could have it my own way we`d be shining brighter than the headlights All the billboards on Broadway would be saying we`ll always be together Watching the sunrise, looking into your eyes Watching our dreams, as they go by
