I just got up from a dream, I dreamed that I I was running through the wind, But all the time, for it was just a dream. You know what I mean, oh Don't you know, you ought to know
I just stepped in from New York at 10 a.m. International Airport And now I'm here with all my friends again. Wonder if there' a God?
You just don't seem to understand it, But a man ain't supposed to cry I don't want you to think I planned it, So I... make... up... a... reason... why... why (To the beat, to the beat 'til they step out-side') Don't you think I ought to come on home!?