She slipped behind the screen,
And thinking she could not be seen,
She picked her bags up at the stream,
And headed for the neon ship,
Someone saw her leaving,
But he had to let her go,
He smiled and said,
Be careful what you dream.

She couldn't keep step with the trends,
Translate them or transcend,
So what if she'd made some friends?
It counts for little in the end,
Some wounds don't heal,
They're designed to let you know,
That you must be careful what you dream.

I played poker with my health,
Earned and spent enormous wealth,
It only served to stunt my growth,
And keep me further from myself,
Some wounds don't heal,
They remain to let you know,
That you must be careful what you dream.