The office door closed early    The hidden bottle came out    The salesman turned to close the blinds    A little slow now, a little stout    But he's still heading down those tracks    Any day now for sure    Another day as drab as today    Is more than a man can endure       Dreams flow across the heartland    Feeding on the fires    Dreams transport desires    Drive you when you're down --    Dreams transport the ones who need to get out of town       the boy walks with his best friend    Through the fields of early May    They walk awhile in silence    One close -- one far away    But he'd be climbing on that bus    Just him and his guitar    To blaze across the heavens    Like a brilliant shooting star       The middle-aged madonna    Calls her neighbour on the phone    Day by day the seasons pass    And leave her life alone    But she'll go walking out that door    On some bright afternoon    To go and paint big cities    From a lonely attic room       It's understood    By every single person    Who'd be elsewhere if they could    So far so good    And life's not unpleasant    In their little neighbourhood       They dream in Middletown...