The wind is just a whisper,
A promise about to break.
The past I can't remember,
But there ain't nothing there left to gain.

Guess I got to find a way
To make some money soon.
I've been staking claims
In dirty motel rooms.
Strung out on a dream
In the ghetto of heaven.

It's just a stone's throw
Between the Madhouse
And the Mansion up the street.
And enough trouble in the space between them
To put a grown man to his knees

(Chorus)

Perfection's an addiction
That I ain't got time to play.
I'm broke and out here stranded
Trying to kick a dream

(Chorus)

All strung out on a dream