The other day I saw a conductor

He was trying to get his jazz band to play

But they were lazing in a pickup truck

The poor man seemed to be running out of luck

The other day I saw a fake film star

She was trying to get a place in a theatre queue

But who notices a movie queen when she has lost her sheen

The press don't wanna know

Everybody's crying to be seen

To have a meaning of their own

With all the ends of a daytime decline

I have found an answer to my dreams

The other day I saw a folk singer

He was trying to get his strings back in tune

But soon his guitar was all in wood

The poor man seemed to be running out of wood

Everybody's crying to be seen

To have a meaning of their own

With all the ends of a daytime decline

I have found an answer to my dreams

To my dreams