I’ve heard there’s talk around sayin’ I’m out of control. Something about too many bottles and a love that’s grown cold. But you know talk is cheap and sometime these stories get old. But I keep on singing my songs and I still got some soul.
So dream on if you think I still carry the flame. Dream on if you think that I still feel the same. Your love is just an old memory. And I’m alright You don’t have to worry ’bout me.
I’ve spent my whole life going the way that I choose. And I’ve tried to find a way where no one could see. And it seems unkind to know that maybe I’ve done it all wrong. When I see my life flashing before me sometimes in these songs.
So dream on if you think I still carry the flame. Dream on if you think that I still feel the same. Your love is just an old memory. And I’m alright You don’t have to worry ’bout me.
So dream on if you think I still carry the flame. Dream on