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It used to be that many dreamed.
At least that is the way it seemed.
But that was more than a few years ago now.
A good life in which we all starred;
a house with fence around the yard:
The dream which the hard-working man could strive for. . .

Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on.
We can dream on; we can dream on.


We only had to go to school,
Be sure to follow every rule,
like paying toward our own security plan
with special taxes all must pay.
They rise; we pay them anyway,
believing we’ll get by in our great gold years

Chorus:
We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 


In years when wars were being fought,
The dream, still strong, was being sought,
by Veterans returning to their loved ones.
Prosperity came after war,
for everyone kept wanting more,
so things improved, at least as I recall them. . . 

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . .

The kids who went to college would
then graduate and as they should,
could work in their profession, raise their families.
Eventually they’d have a house
and growing older with their spouse,
look forward to retirement, their home paid for. . . 

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 

Retirement funds in just one year
ran dry and CEO’s, I hear,
got bonuses while laying off their workers.
Young graduates cannot find work
and horrors round each corner lurk
for those who lose their jobs and source of income.

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 

Today we have to buckle down
and try hard not to show a frown
while searching for a job that pays less money
while politicians talk their talk
but don’t know how to walk the walk,
and sit there making sure they get their raises!

Chorus: We can dream on; we can dream on. . . 

The Congress just keeps playing dumb
And half the country has gone numb
while stressing over what’s in store for us now
because of lies that we were told,
like how we’d live when we got old.
“Dream on” I say (but not in Mama’s same tone).

Chorus: We can dream ON; We can dream ON. . . 


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