Dreams sing and play along

Now, here you go again.

You say you want your freedom.

Well, who am I to keep you down?

It's only right that you should play the way you feel it.

But listen carefully you'd to the sound

of your loneliness, like a heartbeat,

drives you mad,

in the stillness of remembering what you had

and what you lost

and what you had

and what you lost.

Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining.

Players only love you when they're playing.

Say, women, they will come and they will go.

When the rain washes you clean,

you'll know.

You'll know.

You'll know.

You will know.

Oh, you'll know.