Past five in the morning. Feeling worse for the weather it seems. But what a feeling. What an endless night this has been. And we can't stay here. 'Cause we won't be forever young. We'll have to go down. Before innocence is lost. And I dream you're with me. You hold me sweetly. And rock me gently to sleep. In your arms. I've been getting used to all the crying. And the games that you play. And if I carry on I'm gonna end up with a. Hole in my head. And there's more to life. Than thrills & spills & dollar bills. We'll have to get through. Some way some how. And I dream you're with me. You hold me sweetly. And rock me gently to sleep. In your arms.