Lyrics:

Barbecue in Thousand Oaks
Couldn't go, couldn't face the folks
Tired of being the butt of jokes
I'll stay home and dream...

Burned my bridges on the phone
It doesn't ring since I came home
Never been so on my own
I think it's time to dream...

Healing power like holy water
Held the kiss of the rich man's daughter

Pretty lights, they tilt and swirl
Silent as a pictured girl
Who saw the light and stole your world
She took it for her dream...