Busted Dreams

(Verse 1) We huddled by the furnace, shadows in the cast iron glow Two dreamers, hearts ablaze, a future we would sow I, a mechanic with grease-stained hands and a head full of schemes You, a waitress with a smile that could melt polar ice cream (Chorus) Our plan, a masterpiece, a symphony of escape From the drudgery of life, a chance to elevate We'd buy a farm, with chickens and a barn bathed in golden light But the best laid plans of mice and men, vanish in the dead of night (Verse 2) Weeks turned to months, every penny hoarded tight We scrimped and saved, denying ourselves every earthly delight The bus tickets clutched in sweaty palms, a promise whispered low Freedom's anthem on our lips, a future we'd bestow (Chorus) Our plan, a masterpiece, a symphony of escape From the drudgery of life, a chance to elevate We'd buy a farm, with chickens and a barn bathed in golden light But the best laid plans of mice and men, vanish in the dead of night (Bridge) The day arrived, the bus station bustling, a nervous, hopeful throng But fate, a cruel comedian, had rewritten our song A fire broke out, devouring dreams in a lick of orange flame Our tickets to a better life, reduced to ash and shame throng But fate, a cruel comedian, had rewritten our song A fire broke out, devouring dreams in a lick of orange flame Our tickets to a better life, reduced to ash and shame (Chorus) Our plan, a masterpiece, a symphony of escape From the drudgery of life, a chance to elevate We'd buy a farm, with chickens and a barn bathed in golden light But the best laid plans of mice and men, vanish in the dead of night (Outro) So let this be a lesson, etched upon your weary soul The path to paradise is fraught with dangers, taking their toll Hold fast to your dreams, but know that fate's a fickle friend The best laid plans, the grandest schemes, can crumble in the end Hold fast to your dreams, but know that fate's a fickle friend The best laid plans, the grandest schemes, can crumble in the end