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 The settled down in seats adjoining Sharing sweet dreams, sweet dreams Well there's no man to sell your heart to When you're dancin' across the TV screens No husband to beat you when you're in the movies Just 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 keepin' house for a big producer Who pays for the classes and the limousines And she's 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 won't let the sadness in Won't let the madness in There is a sidewalk in California Where they put the stars right at your feet And people delight in stepping on them...