Dreams, like daylight through the trees
In late afternoon, always gone too soon
Dreams, like footprints by the sea,
Made so perfectly, erased so quickly
Where do they go when they’ve flown away?
Maybe they’re gonna come back someday…
Dreams, I still remember mine
They were beautiful and so alive
It seems they’re fleeting as the time
Where do they go when they’ve gone away?
Maybe I’ll get them some other way,
Where do they go when they’ve flown away?
Maybe a new dream is on the way,