Nice girls are writing in journals   Things they wish they'd done   And all their bad sisters are walking high wires   Counting the days in a month   The awful truth doesn't bear thinking   Nor does the half-baked lie   They get their hopes dirty once in a while   Wash them and hang them to dry   Everyone's down except for the clowns   And noah don't know where to go   It's hell up in heaven, there's nothing much here   And all the real men are below      What happens when dreams come true?    Will we know what to do   When our dreams come true?       So a saviour rolls in past the big sign   That says "strangers - please turn round"   The men tie him up to a feeding post   And take his credentials down   The sun beats rays on our salad days   His lips get parched and dry   The girls bring him drink with a giggle and a wink   And his moment of glory expires      What happens when dreams come true?    Will we know what to do   When our dreams come true?       Mr.sandman can't believe it   He thought he gave them what they needed   You couldn't get no higher   Than a handsome dark messiah   But he's got one more trick up his sleeve,   Before he gives up once again      A siren goes off as she walks in   As the cowboy lies dying in the dust   She walks through the room where the gentlemen gather   Surrounded by debris and rust   She smoulders and steams, straight out of their dreams   But no-one will talk to her first   Big words are just words   They're small and absurd   She leaves and we all die of thirst      What happens when dreams come true?    Will we know what to do   When our dreams come true?