You're a god blessed
Well dressed socialite queen
I'm a redneck
Half-drunk trailer park breed

When we go to parties
You don't want to be seen
With a boy, with a boy
With a boy like me

I've been hanging around with the old silk hat
Listening to the stories that the bums spit out
While you're off in some wonderland
Looking for a parallel kind of man
I said looking for a parallel kind of man

Halloween I bought you twelve white roses
You asked to ride the haunted ferris wheel
I was scared of heights
So New York stole ya
Why can't it just be real
Why is it never real

In a broken down, broken down, broken down van
On the side of the road where the city ends
You're a dream, you're a dream, you're a dream I had
Dreams are not real, baby they're just that
Dreams are not real, baby they're just that
Dreams are not real, baby they're just that