I’m looking for a dream
Chasing after empty things
Go back to the places I knew where the weeds grow tall
This town has hope enough
Its waiting for something to come
14th Street doesn’t mean anything to anybody but me
I’m standing confident but naked in the spotlight
Ready to take my scene and recite all my lines
But I screw up every part and I think I’ll go and hide
But only for a while, only for a while this time
I recognize this place
Yet everything’s still changed
No one can remember my name and I seem to have lost my way
Along comes a helpful man
I ask “where should I stand.”
He says, “Boy, I believe, you look sure lost to me.
I don’t think you’ll ever be free”
Why did rewrite all my past
Is where I am all that bad?
Hoping to find a place where everything exactly how I remember
Remember me…
