Douglas Shields & The X-Factors - 1950's Prom Song Lyrics

These thoughts late at night, lying in my bed, playing with the light, making shadows with my hands. My eyes can't see but my feet can. So, why do my dreams deceive? Why does my mind go where it pleases? I'm not hiding. I'm not kind. There's some things that just can't be left behind. I'm trying, but there's a space between the things I can do and the things that I face. So, why am I friends with him in all my dreams? What does that even mean? That I can't fall down? Maybe I'm just broken. These thoughts go through my head. I'm different now than I've ever been. We won't go home. We're never going home.