I thought it over in a quiet room

What about it, what about the dream?

Of the future, looking much better,

Wonder what is on the other side

When we get there, if we do make it

Better than it was before



I think about it, would we be the same?

Working at it, will we fall again?

For the same lines and the same reasons

Would we let them take us for a ride?

By the next time and the time after

Won't be any time at all

No there won't be any time at all



'Cos all we really wanna do is what we wanna do and do it all the day

But we never ever think about it, life goes on and love gets in the way

Everybody does the same old thing and goes ahead and does it anyway



Write a letter to a magazine

Talk about it, talk about the dream

Of the future, looking much better,

Wonder what is on the other side

By the next time and the time after

Won't be any time at all

No there won't be any time at all



'Cos all we really wanna do is what we wanna do and do it all the day

But we never ever think about it, life goes on and love gets in the way

All we really wanna do is what we wanna do and do it all the day

But we never ever think about it, life goes on and love gets in the way

All we really wanna do is what we wanna do and do it all the day

But we never ever think about it, life goes on and love gets in the way