I watch the clock alot. To see where im at in the plot. Its like a movie starring me. Its all so moving to me. And i dont wanna leave. This walking dream. Its up to you. To get me home. I wont go in alone. Chorus:. In days of olden. Silence was golden. I dreamed of you. Hair on my pillow. Like a weeping willow. Cool breeze blows through. There will be no failure. I wont be the last. Premadonna stuck in a trailer. Blasting for the news. (chorus)