If you can't sleep tonight
And if a fever grips you tight
Theres a place we must explore
Open wide the door...

We may be the haunted men
But we will hold our heads up when
We walk down the street of dreams

The dead beats and the dispossesed
The seekers of unlikeliness
The beauty walks on and on
With the beast tonight

Yes, may be the haunted men
But we will hold our heads up when
We walk down the street of dreams

Down the street of dreams
We walk down the street of dreams

A thousand doorways open there
A thousand voices sweet and clear
Emotions felt with a passion
Never felt before
And may be the haunted men
But we will hold our heads up when
We walk down the street of dreams

Sleepwalking down the street of dreams

When you walk down the street of dreams
You've gotta hold your head up high

The doors are always open to the street of dreams