You laid yourself a path Of the best-laid plans Of a future set in stone But she interferes When she sheds her tears And she spends all her time Daydreaming If she could she would Run your train right off the tracks Youβd be forced to shed your skin Never looking back She worships the moon With a ***** silver spoon It wonβt answer her prayers So with her flowing blonde hair She spends her time Daydreaming But now she builds her shrine to you She does all that she can do Are you prepared to take her on And spend your days in the sun Daydreaming