Sweet Dreams by John Bucchino Lyrics

He left a man in New York City
She broke a home in New Orleans
They made their way to California
Sweet dreams, children
Sweet dreams

They hit it off in a Greyhound station
When she kicked the cigarette machine
And woke him up hard from his nap beside it
Woke him up hard from his
Sweet dreams

He talked about his sugar daddies
She talked about her mean Marine
They settled down in seats adjoining
Sharing sweet dreams
Sweet dreams

Well, there's no man to sell your heart to
When you're dancing across the TV screens
No husband to beat you when you're in the movies
Just sweet dreams, children
Sweet dreams
Run away
To another skin
A tough one
A pretty one
That won't let the badness in

Now he's keeping house for a big producer
Who pays for the classes and the limousines
And she's in a bar, passed out from whisky
Dreaming sweet dreams
Still dreaming sweet dreams

Run away
To another skin
A tough one
A pretty one
That won't let the sadness in
Won't let the madness win

There is a sidewalk in California
Where they put the stars right at your feet
And people delight in
Steppin' on them