Houston Don't Dream About Me

Another week in the drivers seat,
With your feet up on the dashboard.
Rain it kept a steady beat,
As I watched you dream of Houston.
I ain't never going back,
Yes sir that's a fact.
As you waved your cowboy hat,
And sang "The Yellow Rose Of Texas."
Just trying to make high ground,
Has kept us on the run.
There's no crime in toeing the line,
Because fortune is smiling on us, baby,
And we're gonna walk in the sun.
I might dream about Houston,
But Houston don't dream about me.
If I could keep this between the lines,
Who knows what will be?
Loose change days and motel nights,
Day old coffee dollar postcards,
State trooper's flashing lights,
As we listen to the thunder.
As we talk about our past,
So we see our coming future.
You tell me you know love can last,
While staring out the window.
Just looking for a place to hide,
A place to ease our minds,
A place away from yesterday,
Close to tomorrow, away from the sorrows,
Of living other people's time.
I might dream about Houston,
But Houston don't dream about me.
If I could keep this between the lines,
Who knows what will be?
(How long, how long)
Till we feel the change.
(How long, how long)
Will the skies be gray?
(How long, how long)
Will it be this way?
(How long, how long)
Will she stay?
I might dream about Houston,
But Houston don't dream about me.
If I could keep it between the lines,
Who knows what will be?
I might dream about Houston,
But Houston don't dream about me.
If I could keep it between the lines,
Who knows what,
Who knows what,
Who knows what will be?