He left a man in New York City
She broke a home in New Orleans They made their way to California
Sweet dreams,
children,
sweet dreams They hit it off
in a Greyhound station
When she kicked the cigarette machine
And woke him up hard from his nap beside it
Woke him up hard from his sweet dreams
He talked about his sugar daddies She talked
about her mean marine
They settled down in seats adjoining
Sharing sweet dreams,
sweet dreams
Well there's no man to sell your heart to
When you're dancing across the TV screen
No husband to feed you when you're in the movies
Sweet dreams, children,
sweet dreams Run away
to another skin
A tough one, a pretty one
That won't let the badness in
Now he's keeping
house for a big producer Who pays for the classes and the limousines
And she's in a bar,
passed out with whiskey Dreaming sweet dreams,
still dreaming sweet
dreams Run away to another skin
A tough one,
a pretty one That won't let the sadness in
Won't let the madness win
Sidewalk in
California
Where they put the stars right at your feet
And people delight
in stepping on them