Nothing else could be so confused As they sneak through barbed wires In this mine-field reality Nothing else Everything seems to move too fast Seems they're moving backwards In the cold air they breathe Hang on They're coming straight in here Move on son Or disappear Dream on You'll get your place to be Shine on gold You're glittering Screen-wide smiles and outrageous thrills Will they kill the mainman at the end of the movie? Hang on They're heading straight to you Hold on son Till they get through Dream on and guess what you will be Shine on gold Don't disappear Fast cars won't drive you back Don't even think of that I'd stay and try to work it out Cocktails and cadillacs Seems I'm not fit for that I'd try again this time