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Dreams, Dreams, Dreams (Chilliwack) · Dreams, Dreams, Dreams (Chilliwack) · Debbie/Jours Etran (Saez) · Waltz for Debbie [Japan Bonus Track] (Bill Evans) · Debbie/Am I That Easy to Forget? (Debbie Reynolds) · Debbie (Debbie Reynolds) · Debbie/Jours Etran (Saez) · Waltz for Debbie (Chris McNulty) · Waltz for Debbie (Monica Zetterlund) · Waltz for Debbie [Hybrid SACD] (Don Friedman) – and 90 other albums »


INTRO:
Lead them home
Lead them home my dreams,
My dreams

VERSE 1:
Some people stand
Some choose not to understand
Some people fight (fight, fight)
the tears begin to flow
Cause I pass by every place we used to meet
And when I'm home alone
My friends call me on the phone
They all say that you will not
eyes 
And I remember him sitting in that local bar 
Where I earned my pay each night 
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight

So
another rebel in the great wide open, on the boulevard of broken dreams
And I learned everything I needed to know from John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16
Then come back home to get back into bed

Oooh motherfucker
Motherfucker
Motherfucker 
Oooh motherfucker

Oh my name's Dwain Xain, I'm in the GLC
another rebel in the great wide open, on the boulevard of broken dreams
And I learned everything I needed to know from John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16
passing by
They whisper in my ear, "We know you are there."
I see no eyes, I guess they must be blind
Wish that I could lead them
To a better world than
can always come home
Wherever life's road leads, you can get back
To a love that's strong and free
You never be alone, in your heart there's still
Some have longed for a home
In a place of inspiration
Some will find the emptiness inside
By giving it all for the things that they believe
They
leads me home

Brother he'll be waitin' with the latest 
From the grapevine
Sayin' man you won't believe them
Stories 'bout
Those crazy friends
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
Chasing things that I could give up

I'll show them I'm willing to fight
And give them the best of my life
So we can call this our home
Lead me, 'cause I
doin' fine
Livin' out by the county line
Got a man that's home every night
A couple of kids and the kind of life
That you want to lead
Guess you could say
their stay.
Then warned in a dream of King Herod's scheme, they went home by another way.
Yes, they went home by another way, home by another way.
another rebel in the great wide open on the boulevard of broken dreams
And I learned everything I needed to know from John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16
was my own
A world of haunted memories
Of other worlds unknown.
I'll tell them of the trouble here
When they call me home.
When I'm called home
I
for some natural action
Home from the cold and the glitter and that is not gold

At home by the fire
You only desire to 
Go out and get in a stew
why they want the encore before the show can start
So if you in my life, know ya part
That's the best way for us to never grow apart
Even through
took this too far

I went in headfirst
Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse
My mom probably got it the worst
The brunt of it, but
took this too far

I went in headfirst
Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse
My mom probably got it the worst
The brunt of it, but
was lost and found

And somewhere in between

You were always there dusting off my dreams


Chorus:

So I wanna thank you for the candle in the window
inside my heart
Memory rusted
Memory always leaves me
Always leads me on
Always keeps me hanging on
Contact with the mainline
Never know how much how
through my body
'cause i believe in things,
That you cannot see

I believe in things that i cannot see
To some god is the light
That leads them
home, yeah, let me go home
I wanna be with my father once more, oh, yeah
Oh, Lord, let me sit down by mothers dear side
I wanna talk as in days of old
just a girl at home I waited patiently
To open up my presents underneath the Christmas tree
With holly in the window the fireplace burning bright