Hayden Casey Dreams
Girls and boys holding hands at the ice rink
Pairs of straws sticking out of shared drinks
Seventies songs in the air, watch you lip sync
Heat from the bodies all around turns your cheeks pink
Small town life, it makes my heart sink
But no one ever really cares what I think
The bad news always gets me down
I may not make it out of this town
But I've got enough dreams to go around
Dirtbags chugging beers at the skate park
Stumble back to your house when it gets dark
Slumped on the curb with a joint in your left hand
Stars in your eyes, got dreams of a better land
Of being a better man, of being dealt a better hand
Big smiles can't help but turn to frowns
I may not make it out of this town
Might start a fire and burn it down
I may not make it out
My wrists and legs are bound
But I'll burn this whole place down
‘Cause there's enough fire in me to go around
This town's got me locked in a tight grip
No one ever really leaves, much as they wish
I feel the walls pressing around
I've got to get out of this town
I've got enough dreams to go around
And lately life has let me down