Dream revisited

Wrong Side of a Dream

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Its good to be out, but I aim to get back in. Then she walks across the floor, ain’t nothing more than I want than her, I’ll do what it takes to win. My money ain’t what it used to be but the men at the table don’t breath ’cause they know I got an ace up my sleave.

“Ma’am if you don’t mind, I got something to say. You know I’m sort of thinking out loud, but in this crowd my words won’t come. It didn’t used to be this way.”

“Promises are made, but harder yet to keep.” She said it through her lips so sweet I had to repeat it back through my mind

Wrong side of a dream, when you ain’t got nothing left. But you’ll always be what you’ll be, on the day that you left home.

The man whose brought up to want it his way, he’ll break you in two with his hand, unless there’s a plan to bring him to his knees. When I give the sign please don’t delay. We don’t need much, we’ll make it on the run, ’cause there are others who will fill his shoes and we can’t choose who they might be

“Do you believe that love can pass you by?” “They say it happens all the time, but don’t you find it sweeter that way?” “I’m never gonna let you down!” But then she frowned and I wondered why. “You didn’t think I’d leave it this way?” Then she just turned away and froze.

Wrong side of a dream, when you ain’t got nothing left. You’ll always be what you’ll be, on the day that you left home.

What was it she said stuck to the back of my mind. I couldn’t tell what she meant so I went forward anyway, and threw my cards down to the ground. The wall is written with what we don’t quite believe. I winged it all on a prayer and then I just sat and stared and cried.

Do you remember how we once saw the world? It passed us by in a blur can’t even be sure that it was even there. Or when we die we go there instead. You don’t know nothing ’til it’s all passed away. I couldn’t change if I tried so I’ve learned to lie to give it sense.

Wrong side of a dream, when you ain’t got nothing left. You’ll always be what you’ll be, on the day that you left home.