Sun soaked and now you bite your lip and on your way you run
By the time you’ve caught your ride you’ve realized the tears in the lies
But you’d rather run and hide
In the cab you drive 45 north of where your parents lived in 89
She lights up quick like she’s fixing to quit
Oh oh
Be it miles away on the dock of a bay
She’s daydreaming
Daydreamer
She’s trading trophies for trophies and neither one wins
From the curb outside you’ll see her catch the wind
It’s a pity though you find it rather fun
You’re living off your imagination son
She lights up quick like she’s fixing to quit
Oh oh
Be it miles away on the dock of a bay
She’s daydreaming
Daydreamer
Daydreamer
Daydreamer
Daydreamer
Daydreamer