Dream on, yesterday is gone
and it’s clear I’ll never get out of here.
No dice, got something in my eyes.
It might be a tear.
She never shoots her gun.
She only keeps it just for fun.
I wanna call her bluff
but I never get close enough,
though I love to hear her heartbeat.
Dream on, yesterday is gone
and it’s clear I’ll never get out of here.
No dice, got something in my eyes.
It might be a tear.
Eighteen times today
I’ve been wishin’ my day away.
And it’s hard to say
if I’m windin’ up okay
but I pray I’ll hear her heartbeat.
Dream on, yesterday is gone.
Another year, I’ll never get out of here.
No dice, got something in my eyes.
It might be a tear.
In my ear, I hear the heartbeat.
In my ear, I hear the heartbeat.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)
Dream on, yesterday is gone
and it’s clear I’ll never get out of here.
No dice, got something in my eyes.
It might be a tear, yeah, yeah!
Dream on, yesterday is gone.
Another year, I’ll never get out of here.
No dice, got something in my eyes.
It might be a tear, oh.
It might be a tear.
It might be a tear.