Meet Me In My Dreams

Remember when we were back in school Two young kids with wild ideas Years gone by we sweated and saved For a cupboard with a view Now too old for work they say What's the point in biding time Living out our yesterday When wild ideas could all come true We could settle into being old But all that glitters could be gold So meet me in my dream I won't fall asleep without you Meet me in my dream Underneath the Vegas lights Look around our shabby room Paper peeling curtains frayed Faded photos on the wall