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I can hear a long train runnin' on the tracks outside,
Full of strangers wrapped in blankets, rocked from side to side;
My mom's in the kitchen, I can hear her gently sigh,
And I'm just lyin' here real quiet wishin' I could fly.
'Cause when I dream, I see the moon beneath my feet;
When I dream, I see the moon beneath my feet.
When I grow up I'll probably leave here, move so far away,
Trade in my old spaceship on a Chevrolet;
For now I'll pull these bed clothes tighter up around my head,
And close my eyes until I'm drifting high above my bed.
'Cause when I dream, I see the moon beneath my feet;
When I dream, I see the moon beneath my feet.
