(Intro) There was a time when the money ran dry, And nobody knew the reason why. The books were wrong, the deal was bad, The dream was rich but the cupboard was sad. (piano break with overlaid blues guitar) You never give me what I need, You only give me a paper dream. We built a castle out of sound, Now there's a bill for every pound. (“Funny how the dream gets heavy when the money's gone.”) (Outro.)
