She's left holding the reins Sullen and embarrassed She drives the bridal carriage now She's gained only his name And promises left rusting on suburban lawns And from his chair he stares at walls And withdraws into his dream-life She has accepted her fate Brokenly discarding a Better Homes and Gardens She heaves domesticity's weight On bones that ache from shouldering the load alone 'Cause she could never make a home in the world Behind his dazed eyes So she complains he never spent A single minute in this world Cause he prefers the one inside his head And all the while he's never heard a word she's said Here is the power of dreaming And here is the lonely call "come home" Dig me I'm a jet-fuel stunt-car McQueen and Knievel and son all rolled into one Big red sun imploding