Trouble travels fast / When you're specially designed for crash testing / Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon.

you don't always have to hold your head higher than your heart

Don't let your dreams be dreams.

The light was leaving in the west it was blue The children's laughter sang and skipping just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across the way its getting late It was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to papas translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations

I would turn on the TV, but its so embarassing.

Trouble travels fast / When you're specially designed for crash testing / Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon.

Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.