30000 dreams high above the world   flying on a jet stream to somewhere else   watching a picture show   laying back on a blanket of stars      your voice on the telephone   kills the pain   some place in america far away   it's endlessly wonderful here   but i just dont belong in between      fireworks and memories fade away   you painted life beautiful   i heard you say   "it's cold but it's colourful   ball bushka don't cry anymore"      all your love was never wasted   this is not goodbye   i am hanging on   i am coming home   to see you again      all your love was never wasted   this is not goodbye   i am hanging on   i'll be coming home   i'll see you again