There are dreams and there are visions
The night before I heard your story,
I’ve a strong sense it had been the latter.
The most singular duo, caught in a game
With heavy breathing and merry making
They were tossing to each other a little baby
across the empty streets of a very busy town.
The night before I heard your story,
I had already heard it a million times,
And I had a vison, not a dream, a vision
Of the duo enaged in a very serious game indeed.
Story Of The Footloose 