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lyrics: J. Morse © 1985 Dream. . . on I'm waiting around By the roundabout Criticized by some For hanging around With no place to go But what do they know? It's the same old show I move around Maybe once in awhile Mesmerized by stares From admiring types Whose eyes slowly trace a line Connecting with mine In search of a sign Any kind of sign And if you wait long enough In this milling crowd It could all come true Just stroll along that concrete path Past idolizing stares and you will see Just wait. . . love comes to you I'm standing around By the theatre doors Told to move along "No loitering here" So I walk down the hall In this plastic, lifeless mall To another empty wall Maybe I'll walk And show myself off Let love look for me Instead of trying to search Either way it's the same I'm playing a game They all know my name My savior and curse is fame And if you wait long enough In this milling crowd It could all come true Just stroll along that concrete path Past idolizing stares and you will see Just wait. . . love comes to you Love comes. . . to you It could all come true Love comes. . . to you Dream. . . on! |