Building a Dream

Rudy threw his bike against mine Then walked through the door and smiled We went upstairs and started to play Same thing, for years, every day His lonesome timing and that brown curly hair Each melody came out extraordinaire We got it going, he made me believe It was in our hands We were building a dream IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee At sixteen he dropped out of school What's a small town boy gonna do? Started working at a grocery store Papatoes, tomatoes and such Music was all, all and everything The golden boy made the butcher's son sing By the look in his eyes I should have seen That turning point While were're building a dream IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee He chose the highway and ran Made money, fell in love and ran Rudy taught me how to play way back at 4th grade Sweet is the memory of those days that are gone His curles turned to silver and the melody moves on A different timing a different scene We did the right thing We were building a dream IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee IiiyyeeIiiyyee