The Pure Art of Dreaming

Leona was cold hard steel
She always tried to face the facts
Southern bell from the town of Mobile
From the very best side of the tracks

But her eyes kept landing on Raúl
Raúl who could magnetize
Raúl with the dangerous walk...
That made the girls dematerialize

Raúl was a dark skinned dancer
Who like to take control of the crowds
His tool was intimidation
His head firmly fixed in the clouds

Dreaming was his chosen profession
Leona could not understand
This boy with the face of the future
Who spoke of the promised land...

And the pure art of dreaming
Don't take it for granted
Don't think for a moment
You should leave it behind

When reality's screaming
Don't become disenchanted
The pure art of dreaming
It's just a state of mind

Leona's daddy was Mr. middle class
He drove a candy red Cadillac car
Watched Raúl on the color TV
Playing electric guitar

He was singin' about nuclear war
He was singin' about the middle east
About Lebanon and Babylon
Singin' about the mark of the beast

But when the lights got low, daddy froze
As the dark skinned boy sang a song
About love and a girl named Leona
In a world where she didn't belong

Leona was daddy's little girl
And his curse turned into a scream
At Raúl the dark skinned dancer
Who dared teach Leona to dream...

The pure art of dreaming
Don't take it for granted
Don't think for a moment
You should leave it behind

When reality's screaming
Don't become disenchanted
The pure art of dreaming
It's just a state of mind

The pure art of dreaming
Don't take it for granted
Don't think for a moment
You should leave it behind

When reality's screaming
Don't become disenchanted
The pure art of dreaming
It's just a state of mind

The pure art of dreaming
It's just a state of mind



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Ripley
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