Dreams For Sale

I got dreams for sale if it’ll get ‘em off my mind
But I like to keep the silly ones around
When I run out past the moon to get some honey
But when I come back down it’s strawberry jam

Most of my dreams I don’t remember
Even the ones I do I’d rather not
Ones that I wish that I forgot
About the way that I used to be

And all the songs we write for you
Most of mine don’t come from dreams
And most of mine do

When it comes to dreams I like to be enchanted
Like a trip to another place and another time
A little sparkle or a glow some things you see
They don’t shine as bright down here below

Nearly all the time I gotta see it to believe it
Like a far-off promise that I might realize
I recount it to the skies when I’m out running
And it makes me think that I can fly

And all the songs we write for you
Most of mine don’t come from dreams
And most of mine do

And all the songs we write for you
Most of mine don’t come from dreams
But most of mine do