Stars and dandelions. Like coins thrown into wells. Are the things that we can wish upon. And where our dreams do dwell. . But the dark it is the darkness. It's the stars that make it night. Fo
Don't go, does it have to be this way?. Can't we have just one more chance?. Those who know they will not say Must this be the final dance in our lives as time just moves on?. Yesterday's years are
Remember last Christmas eve. When we sat next to our first tree. Ornaments reflected light. Of a candle in the night And I gave you a music box. Back then it seemed like so much. We watched it go
Just another night in New York City. Snow comes down, looks real pretty. Dont know how but suddenly there you are. With Jelly Roll Morton playin for the bar Inside here, lights are low. But each s
In an old city bar. That's never too far. From the places that gather. The dreams that have been In the safety of night. With its old neon light. It beckons to strangers. And they always come in
NARRATION Now the old man was nearing a toy shop. Where he could hear a music box kind of sound. From a miniature carousel with its miniature horses. All circling faithfully around And a little gir
TIME YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING. EVERYONE AROUND YOU. IS ALREADY DREAMING. AND CLOSELY BY STARS ARE LOOKING DOWNWARD. GLAD THAT THEY HAVE FOUND YOU. WATCHING AND PROTECTING. SO YOU SHOULD TRY TO CLO