There is a mansion on a  hill
Above the cities and the lights
You’re going home now
And who can hold you down
Climbing a wall of hope
A waitress a maid or a teller at a bank
Can’t be good for you
You’ve got your freedom the freedom to do
Whatever comes along
Drifting you were drifting away
Someday you’re going to see the light
So dream sweet dreams of a silver screen
From a distant night