Instrumente
Ensembles
Genres
Compozitori
Artiştilor

Text: Trace Adkins. Big Time. Out Of My Dreams.

Last night you were here again, third time this week
You always slip in when I'm asleep
I thought those old feelings would be long gone by now
Why in the world do you bother to come back around?

You're out of my arms, you're out of my life
Out of every thought that I let cross my mind
You're out of my hopes that it might be you
Every time the telephone rings
But will I ever get you out of my dreams?

There, we were making wishes on evenin' stars
Promises sealed with kisses straight from our hearts
But then I woke up to reality again
Even the sweetest dreams come to an end

You're out of my arms, you're out of my life
Out of every thought that I let cross my mind
You're out of my hopes that it might be you
Every time the telephone rings
But will I ever get you out of my dreams?
But will I ever get you out of my dreams?