Building a Dream Lyrics

Rudy threw his bike against mine
Then walked through the door and smiled
We went upstairs and started to play
Same thing, for years, every day

His lonesome timing and that brown curly hair
Each melody came out extraordinaire
We got it going, he made me believe
It was in our hands
We were building a dream


At sixteen he dropped out of school
What's a small town boy gonna do?
Started working at a grocery store
Papatoes, tomatoes and such

Music was all, all and everything
The golden boy made the butcher's son sing
That turning point
While were're building a dream

He chose the highway and ran
Made money, fell in love and ran
Rudy taught me how to play
Way back en 4th grade

Sweet is the memory of those days that are gone
His curles turned to silver and the melody moves on
A different timing, a different scene
We did the right thing
We were building a dream