By dean friedman Typical family in a typical town, Chasing our dreams with the top rolled down. Drive to the supermarket, travel up and down the aisles
laughter That danced on the sands And bloodstained pianos Are played without hands Such a promising music Sweet whispers and dreams From a travelling
some day; It'll be like I want it Oh - and I mean that in every way. I have yet to see any that would cope with the style - Of the house that I dream
home She arrives in all her splendour every night at nine o'clock And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down the block The ol' piano minstrel
made her hands look small And she built her dream around symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and playing the music halls Four kids later the dreams
blow [ piano - guitar ] I have stood and watched the sunrise by the waters of the sea And wondered how much beauty in this whole world can that be My dreams
her splendor every night at nine o'clock And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down the block The ol' piano minstrel plays a song as she
's hardly worth my while To tell you of my travels Across the golden east I see your preparations Invite me first to feast Take me I'm yours Because dreams
She arrives in all her splendor Every night at nine o'clock. And her chariot is the cross-town bus That stops right down the block. Then the old piano
I dream of Columbus (Dream) Every time the panic starts I dream of Columbus (Dream) With your maps and your beautiful charts I dream of Columbus There