Sweet dreams, is what he said as he went underground away from me into the dark Forced me from all my innocence into the very ordinary day to day Watch and wait and see what comes From the soul of a man who is uncertain When the sand washes out to the sea When the dreams fall away and the promise is forgotten Will there still be someone there for me? For me He sings and with his hands he holds the microphone and speaks his heart for all to hear I give whatever's left of all the work I do My hands grow tired from all the years Sleep and wait and know I live With the soul of a man who is uncertain When the sand washes out to the sea When the dreams fall away and the promise is forgotten Will there still be someone there for me? For me For me Watch and wait and see what comes From the soul of a man who is uncertain When the sand washes out to the sea When the dreams fall away and the promise is forgotten Will there still be someone there for me? With the soul of a man who is uncertain When the sand washes out to the sea When the dreams fall away and the promise is forgotten Will there still be someone there for me? For me Promises for me Promises for me *