When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane 
And leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine 
Hit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat 
Just like your worst nightmare with a mean streak 
But all the talent and the money's only gonna breed 
Every Queen every 
King you're ever gonna need 
And they'll be nothing of the man and the legacy 
By the time that they get through 
Every time you close your eyes you see your memory '
Boy you dream a lot' 
Cause you're really not that man you used to be 
When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane 
But now he stands out like a puddle in the pouring rain 
Trying hard to chase an ever fading memory 
Before the days of grace are never gonna be 
So gather round and buy a ticket for the funeral 
Bring your camera and flowers for the general 
Sit around and reminise about the glory days 
Every time you close your eyes you see your memory '
Boy you dream a lot' 
Cause you're really not that man you used to be 
Every time you close your eyes you see your memory '
Boy you dream a lot' 
Cause you're really not that man that people see