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  1. The Dream

From the recording Natural Disasters

Lyrics

The Dream

She used to run like a top, boys, that's the God's honest truth
Thousand-dollar paint job, blood red, white and blue
Kick you back in your seat when she's catching third
And her quarter mile scream was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard

She made me feel like we could make it real
And roar through the dark of night at the speed of sound
It broke my heart the day the dream broke down

We used to cruise up Broadway summers on Saturday nights
Turn around at the drive-in and park under the ball field lights
Bobby played short stop he used to like to talk so tough
'Til the light turned green and he could see he didn't have enough

She made me feel like we could make it real
And roar through the dark of night at the speed of sound
It broke my heart the day the dream broke down

Proverbs and the old men say there's pride before the fall
Beware the ghost in the machine
Living on the red line with out any care at all
And wind up losing everything

She's parked 'round back now hasn't caught a light in years
Dust on the dashboard, thrown rod and stripped-out gears
If you listen real hard you can almost hear that scream
And relive the glory of the gone but not forgotten dream

She made me feel like we could make it real
And roar through the dark of night at the speed of sound
It broke my heart the day the dream broke down
She made me feel like we could make it real
And roar through the dark of night at the speed of sound
It broke my heart the day the dream
Broke my heart the day the dream
Broke my heart the day the dream broke down