When I was a young kid
I had a dream of
A dream of a fine girl
A girl I would love so

And I was so pale
And I was a smart head
It‘s a dream to remember
And a dream to forget about

I‘ve lived as a drunk head,
Now I know so bad unless you give me ways...
Home to my soul to my silly, soooooul....
When will I try?
I need you..

If there was a soul mate
I think I could be yours
I think I could lead you to what people call love

And if there was a freewill
I think I had it once
It‘s a dream to remember
And a dream to forget about

Ways of a fine girl that I would love
Better then I did before
Come to my soul to my silly soul
When will I try?
When will I try?
I need You...