I followed you to Texas, I followed you to Utah.
We didn't find it there so we moved on.
I followed you to Alabam', things looked good in Birmingham.
We didn't find it there so we moved on.
I know you're tired of following, my elusive dreams and schemes.
For they're only fleeting things, my elusive dreams.
#2.
I had your child in Memphis, you heard of work in Nashville.
We didn't find it there, so we moved on..
To a small farm in Nebraska, to a gold mine in Alaska.
We couldn't find it there so we moved on.
#3.
And now we've left Alaska, because there was no gold mine.
But this time, only two of us move on.
And now we have each other...And a little memory to cling to.
And still you won't let me go on alone.
I know you're tired of following, my elusive dreams and schemes.
For they're only fleeting things...my elusive dreams.
For they're only fleeting things...my elusive dreams.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
