If you can't sleep tonight And if a fever grips you tight There's a place we must explore
We may be the haunted men But we will hold our heads up when We're walking down the street of dreams
The dead beats and the dispossessed The seekers of unlikeliness The beauty walks arm in arm
We may be the haunted men But we will hold our heads up when We're walking down the street of dreams
Down the street of dreams We walk down the street of dreams A thousand doorways open there A thousand voices sweet and clear Emotions felt with a passion
We may be the haunted men But we will hold our heads up when We're walking down the street of dreams
When you walk down the street of dreams You gotta hold your head up high