He spends his nights in California Watching stars on a big screen And then he lies awake and he wonders "Why can't that be me?"
Cause in his life he's filled With all these good intentions He's left a lot of things He'd rather not mention right now
Just before he says goodnight He looks up with a little smile at me And he says
If I could be like that I'd give anything Just to live one day In those shoes
If I could be like that What would I do? What What would I do? Yeah, yeah
Now in dreams we run
She spends her days up in the North Park Watching the people as they pass
And all she wants is just A little piece of this dream Is that too much to ask?
With a safe home, and a warm bed On a quiet little street
And all she wants is just Something to hold onto now That's all she needs... Yeah!
If I could be like that I'd give anything Just to live one day In those shoes
If I could be like that What would I do? What What would I do?
Yeeaahh, hey yeahh Oh, ohh, yeah
I'm falling into these sweet dreams We run away
If I could be like that Then I'd give anything Just to live one day, yeah In those shoes
If I could be like that What would I do? What What would I do?
If I could be like that (be like that) I'd give anything Just to live one day, yeah In those shoes
If I could be like that What would I do? What What would I do?
Falling in I feel I'm falling in
I feel I'm falling in To this... Again
Compositores: Bradley Kirk Arnold (Brad Arnold) (BMI), Christopher Lee Henderson (Chris Henderson) (BMI)Editores: Escatawpa Songs (BMI), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2001ECAD verificado obra #14531611 e fonograma #1935731 em 29/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM