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 suggar daddies
She talked about her mean Marine
They settled down in seats adjoining
Sharing sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Well theres no man to sell your heart to
When youre dancin across the TV screens
No husband to beat you when youre in the movies
Just sweet dreams, children, sweet dreams
Run away to another skin
A tough one, a pretty one
That wont let the badness in
Now hes keepin house for a big producer
Who pays for the classes and the limousines
And shes in a bar, passed out on whiskey
Dreaming sweet dreams, still dreaming sweet dreams
Run away to another skin
A tough one, a pretty one
That wont let the sadness in
Wont let the madness win
There is a sidewalk in California
Where they put the stars right at your feet
And people delight in stepping on them…