Prisoner Of A Dream Songtext

von Walter Trout

On the beach writin' in the sand
She's a throwaway from the Promised land
All she owns is on her back
She carries everything in a little paper sack
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
She's trying to tell us how sad it seems
To spend your life a prisoner of a dream

She's very fragile and she lost her mind
Her life is precious but the world is so unkind
Her eyes are empty as she madly writes
She starts in the morning, she goes till late at night
She writes her story in the sand each day
The tide rolls in to wash it all away
She's tryin' to tell us how sad it seems
Spent your life a prisoner of a dream

She understands there's no way out
Can't figure out what the dream is all about
Does her sleepin' out on the street
Bum a little money, wrap rags around her feet
She writes her story in the sand each day
Tide rolls in to wash it all away
She's tryin' to tell us how sad it seems
To live your life a prisoner of a dream

All alone each and every day
It's a land of plenty but she got nowhere to stay
The streets and alleys are where she lives
'Cause the land of plenty
She got no more to give
Cardboard box gonna be her bed
Sky's the only roof above her head