From the recording Chris Cummings and The Way
Chris Cummings - Drums, Background Vocals
Carter Lansing - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Dave Lewis - Guitars
Dan DeChellis - Keyboards
Nicholas Capozzolo - Bass
Composed by Dana Cummings (c) (p)
Lyrics
Dreams
Sitting on the freeway
There's no freedom here
Riding in my debt
That source of constant fear
Four kids, two cars, and a mortgage
Doing better than I ought to be
I'd like to stay and talk about it
But next time let's see
‘Cause I've got things to do and places to be
So there's dreams that I'll never see
Fooling myself on what could be
Chasing dreams that I'll never see
Staring at the screens
Feeding all the vices
Thinking I'm coy
But, my words are just devices
I'd love to chat you up
But, now I've got to leave
Gonna head back to my day gig
Where I'm known to overachieve
‘Cause I’ve got things to do and places to be
So there's dreams that I'll never see.
Fooling myself on what could be
Chasing dreams that I'll never see
Hope never comes
'Cept to punch me right in the throat
I've lost all my shine
Paint's been worn down through the coat
‘Cause I’ve got things to do and places to be
So there's dreams that I'll never see.
Fooling myself on what could be
Chasing dreams that I'll never see
Sitting on the freeway
There's no freedom here
Riding in my debt
Constant source of fear
Staring at those screens
Feeding all the vices
Thinking that I'm coy
My words are just devices
I got dreams
Baby, I got dreams
How about you?
Tell me about it