Walter Trout - Prisoner Of A Dream lyrics
[Walter Trout - Prisoner Of A Dream lyrics]
On the beach, writing in the sand
She's a throwaway from the promised land
All she owns is on her back
She carries everything in a little papersack
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
Wash it all away
She's trying to tell us how sad it seems
To spend your life a prisoner of a dream
She' s very fragile and she lost her mind
Her life is precious, but the
World is so unkind, It's so unkind
Her eyes are empty as she madly writes
She starts in the morning
She goes till late at night late at night
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
She's trying to tell us how sad it seems
To spend your life a prisoner of a dream
She's a prisoner
She understands there's no way out
She can't figure what the dream is all about
What's it all about?
She does her sleepîng out on the street
She burns a little money
Wraps rags around her feet
Rags around her feet
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
She's trying to tell us how sad it seems
To live your life a prisoner of a dream
YOu know she's just a prisoner
She's a prisoner
All alone each and every day
It's a land of plenty
But she's got nowhere to stay
She's got nowhere to stay
The streets and alleys is where she lives
'Cause the land of plenty
It got no more to give got no more to give
A cardboard box gonna be her bed
The sky's the only roof above her head
The streets are teaching her what it means
To be a prisoner of the American dream
She's a prisoner, she's a prisoner
She's a prisoner she's a prisoner
Just a prisoner she's a prisoner
She's a throwaway from the promised land
All she owns is on her back
She carries everything in a little papersack
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
Wash it all away
She's trying to tell us how sad it seems
To spend your life a prisoner of a dream
She' s very fragile and she lost her mind
Her life is precious, but the
World is so unkind, It's so unkind
Her eyes are empty as she madly writes
She starts in the morning
She goes till late at night late at night
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
She's trying to tell us how sad it seems
To spend your life a prisoner of a dream
She's a prisoner
She understands there's no way out
She can't figure what the dream is all about
What's it all about?
She does her sleepîng out on the street
She burns a little money
Wraps rags around her feet
Rags around her feet
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
She's trying to tell us how sad it seems
To live your life a prisoner of a dream
YOu know she's just a prisoner
She's a prisoner
All alone each and every day
It's a land of plenty
But she's got nowhere to stay
She's got nowhere to stay
The streets and alleys is where she lives
'Cause the land of plenty
It got no more to give got no more to give
A cardboard box gonna be her bed
The sky's the only roof above her head
The streets are teaching her what it means
To be a prisoner of the American dream
She's a prisoner, she's a prisoner
She's a prisoner she's a prisoner
Just a prisoner she's a prisoner