Under the cold blues stars you would just stroll around the yard that's what happens to dreams when the life strains and the child lays in you…

When you got old you played guitar in a little town, your favorite bar…just blowing steam now the lights fade and everyone's paid to see you…

So did the farm steal your soul when the cornfields won't grow it's time to leave, now the heart bleeds and the family leans on you…

You were under the cold blue stars in another town your favorite bar that's what happens to dreams when the life strains and the child lays in you…