Imagine dusty old roads and all McDonalds with middle-age waitresses
Coffee black as the oil that falls off trailers at a truck stop
Watching the sunrise, looking into your eyes
Watching our dreams, as they go by
I pictured all of the things that Tom and Frankie told me about
Wanna see for myself now, but I'm afraid it's gonna be a let down
Watching the sunrise, looking into your eyes
Watching the cars as, they go by
If I could have it my own way we'd be shining brighter than the headlights
All the billboards on Broadway would be saying we'll always be together
Watching the sunrise, looking into your eyes
Watching our dreams, as they go by