Sonny carries
a load, though he's barely a man
There ain't that much to do, but he does what he can
And he watches the sea from a room by the stairs
And the waves keep on rolling, they've done that for years and
for years
It's a hundred miles to town, Sonny's never been there
But he goes to the highway and stands there and stares
And the mail comes at four the mailman is old
Sonny still dreams his dreams full of silver and gold
Sonny's dreams
can't be real, they're just stories he's read
There's stars in his eyes, there's dreams in his head
And he hungers
inside for that wide world outside
But he knows he can't hold it, though he's tried, and he's tried
