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.