Houston Don't Dream About Me - The Black Crowes

Another week in the driver’s seat

With your feet up on the dashboard

Rain, it kept a steady beat

As I watched you dream of Houston

I ain’t never going back

Yes sir, that’s a fact

As you waved your cowboy hat

And sang «The Yellow Rose Of Texas»

Just trying to make high ground

Has kept us on the run

There’s no crime in towing the line

'Cause fortune is smiling on us, baby

And we’re gonna walk in the sun

I might dream about Houston

But Houston don’t dream about me

If I could keep it between the lines

Who knows what will be?

Loose change days and motel nights

Day old coffee, dollar postcards

State trooper’s flashing lights

As we listen to the thunder

As we talk about our past

So we see our coming future

You tell me you know love can last

While staring out the window

Just looking for a place to hide

A place to ease our minds

A place away from yesterday

Close to tomorrow, away from the sorrows

Of living other people’s time

I might dream about Houston

But Houston don’t dream about me

If I could keep it between the lines

Who knows what will be?

(How long, how long) Till we feel the change?

(How long, how long) Will the skies be gray?

(How long, how long) Will it be this way?

(How long, how long) Will she stay?

I might dream about Houston

But Houston don’t dream about me

If I could keep it between the lines

Who knows what will be?

I might dream about Houston

But Houston don’t dream about me

If I could keep it between the lines

Who knows what

Who knows what

Who knows what will be?