• When you stop to think,
    About your goal,
    It slowly dies away.

    For when that dream,
    Creeps up your thinking,
    Just my luck.

    I wanna go my own way,
    I wanna think and dream,
    About places I have never seen.

    Things that I would see in a dream,
    But when that goal slips away,
    Your heart begins to break,

    Upon the broken dreams,
    Do you see what I mean?
    These are your broken dreams.