I've heard there's talk around sayin' i'm out of control.
something about too many bottles and a love that's grown cold.
but you know talk is cheap and sometime these stories get old.
but i keep on singing my songs and i still got some soul.
so dream on if you think i still carry the flame.
dream on if you think that i still feel the same.
your love is just an old memory.
and i'm alright you don't have to worry 'bout me.
I've spent my whole life going the way that i choose.
and i've tried to find a way where no one could see.
and it seems unkind to know that maybe i've done it all wrong.
when i see my life flashing before me sometimes in these songs.
Repeat twice and fade.