He left a man in New York City  She broke a home in New Orleans  They made their way to California  Sweet dreams, children, sweet dreams    They hit it off in a Greyhound station  When she kicked the cigarette machine  And woke him up hard from his nap beside it  Woke him up hard from his sweet dreams    He talked about his suggar daddies  She talked about her mean Marine  The settled down in seats adjoining  Sharing sweet dreams, sweet dreams    Well there's no man to sell your heart to  When you're dancin' across the TV screens  No husband to beat you when you're in the movies  Just sweet dreams, children, sweet dreams    Run away to another skin  A tough one, a pretty one  That won't let the badness in    Now he's keepin' house for a big producer  Who pays for the classes and the limousines  And she's in a bar, passed out on whiskey  Dreaming sweet dreams, still dreaming sweet dreams    Run away to another skin  A tough one, a pretty one  That won't let the sadness in  Won't let the madness in    There is a sidewalk in California  Where they put the stars right at your feet  And people delight in stepping on them...