The office door closed early
The hidden bottle came out
The salesman turned to close the blinds
A little slow now, a little stout 

But he's still heading down those tracks 
Any day now for sure 
Another day as drab as today 
Is more than a man can endure 

Dreams flow across the heartland
Feeding on the fires
Dreams transport desires
Drive you when you're down 
Dreams transport the ones 
Who need to get out of town 

The boy walks with his best friend
Through the fields of early May
They walk awhile in silence
One close, one far away 
But he'd be climbing on that bus 
Just him and his guitar 
To blaze across the heavens 
Like a brilliant shooting star 

The middle-aged Madonna
Calls her neighbor on the phone
Day by day the seasons pass
And leave her life alone 
But she'll go walking out that door 
On some bright afternoon 
To go and paint big cities 
From a lonely attic room 

It's understood
By every single person
Who'd be elsewhere if they could
So far so good
And life's not unpleasant
In their little neighborhood 

They dream in Middletown