Someone Else's Dreams
Her momma's still got that sequined gown that she wore in '68.
She taught her early how to smile that smile and wave for the parade.
It took a whole lot of years and tears for her momma to finally admit
no matter how many stitches and pins
that old dress was never gonna fit.
She was daddy's little girl,
momma's little angel,
teacher's pet,
pageant queen.
She says "All my life I've been pleasing
everyone but me."
Waking up in someone else's dream.
Her daddy used to say "You'll make a lovely bride someday.
He'll ride up on a big white horse and just carry you away."
It took 25 years and some broken vows before they finally seen
there's a little more than love and life in fairy tales
and hand-me-down dreams.
She was daddy's little girl,
momma's little angel,
teacher's pet,
pageant queen.
She says "All my life I've been pleasing
everyone but me."
Waking up in someone else's dream.
Now she's got twenty seven candles on her cake,
and she needs to make her life her own before there's 28.
She was daddy's little girl,
momma's little angel,
teacher's pet,
pageant queen.
She says "All my life I've been pleasing
everyone but me."
Waking up in someone else's...
She was daddy's little girl,
momma's little angel,
teacher's pet,
pageant queen.
She says "All my life I've been pleasing
everyone but me."
Waking up in someone else's dream.
Another brick in the wall (part 2)
Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettes
Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette
Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes
Thinking of all that had happened last night
The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love
And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung
Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air
Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there
Oooh I'm striking matches it's morning again
I look in the mirror I still look the same
I'm striking matches it's morning again
I look in the mirror I go