I followed you to Texas,
I followed you to Utah
We didn't find it there, so we moved on
I followed you to Alabama
Things looked good in Birmingham
We didn't find it there, so we moved on
I know you're tired of following
My lucid dreams and schemes,
oh, they're only fleeting things,
my lucid dreams
I had you a child in Memphis,
you heard of work in Nashville
We didn't find it there, so we moved on
To a small farm in Nebraska,
to a gold mine in Alaska
We didn't find it there,
so we moved on
And now we've left Alaska,
because there was no gold mine.
But this time,
only two of us moves on.
Now all we have is each other,
and a little memory to cling to.
And still you won't let me go alone
I know you're tired of following
My lucid dreams and schemes
Are their only fleeting things
My lucid dreams
Are they only fleeting dreams,
my lucid dreams?