So at my show on Monday 

I was told that someday 

You'd be on your way to better things 

It's not about your make-up 

Or how you try to shape up 

To these tiresome paper dreams 

Paper dreams honey 



So now you pour your heart out 

You're telling me you're far out 

You're all about to lie down for your cause 

But you don't pull my strings 

Cause I'm a better man 

Moving on to better things 



* But uh oh, I love her because 

She moves in her own way 

But uh oh, she came to my show 

Just to hear about my day 



And at the show on Tuesday 

She was in her mindset 

Tempered firs and spangled boots 

Looks are deceiving 

Making me believe it 

And these tiresome paper dreams 

Paper dreams honey, yeah 



So won't you go far 

Tell me you're a keeper 

You're all about to lie down for your cause 

But you don't pull my strings because 

Cause I'm a better man 

Moving on to better things 



[Repeat *]



Yes our wish's that we never made it 

Through all the summers 

We kept them up instead of 

Kicking us back down to the suburbs 

Yes our wish's that we never made it 

Through all the summers 

We kept them up instead of 

Kicking us back down to the suburbs 



[Repeat * , *]