Something from a Dream Songtext

von Hunter Foster

You shoulda seen me back in '46.
I was in uniform, spit-shined, whippet-thin, hard as a brick, dumb as a post, but I was havin' the time of my life.
And I met Franny there in Italy.
Boy, she was beautiful, but all those boys around her- Look, Italians, no offense, the laziest people in the world.
And to me, she looked like something from a dream.
And to her, I'm like the conquerin' American.
I'm gonna take her on a trip this year.
We'll bring the harvest in and then take a couple days, maybe a weekend at the Fort Des Moines Once we get past Christmas and the kids are back in school.
I mean, it's not like she complains at all.
It's just, you gotta pay attention.
With all the other crap I'm takin' care of, she might feel embarrassed takin' time to tell me what she needs.
And to me, she's still like something from a dream.
And to her, I'm like the guy who keeps the lights turned on.
I'm gonna take her on a trip this year.
Maybe next summer.
Not like we're gonna have the money for vacations.
I guess we'll figure something out.