The dream maker
by Steven Clotzman

Hattie flew in from Memphis
Stepped into the sun of LA
She looked down at the stars along the boulevard
Said, that'll be me someday
But ain’t nothing ever come from nothing
And every pleasure knows its pain
And fueling the fire of these deepest desires
Is where I’d rather make my name

So dream of me, dream of me
By the time I get through your denials won’t do
And I’ll make your dreams come true

Before you start praying for fortune
You better learn how not to feel
‘Cause it’s hard to deny what meets the eye
When facing down your last meal

So dream of me, dream of me
By the time I get through your denials won’t do
And I’ll make your dreams come true

They say everything has its purpose
You’ll find it all across this land
Destiny won’t desert us
In the palm of your hand

Come take a little walk in this garden
I’ll show what can spring from these seeds
No need to confess when a mere pound of flesh
Can bring you everything you need

So dream of me, dream of me
By the time I get through your denials won’t do
And I’ll make your dreams come true

It’s a big wide open world
Where all of it can end in a breath
Don’t wait for love to unfurl
Embrace this little death!

Maybe precious is the time we’re given
And blessed are the gifts received
But who can undo in me or in you
This thing we call make-believe?
So tonight in this silver city
I'm going to turn it all to gold
One sip from my cup and you’ll drink it all up
Just like the prophets foretold

So dream of me, dream of me
By the time I get through your denials won’t do
And I’ll make your dreams come true




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