Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish To go back to a place much simpler than this 'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin' And all the glitz and glam and the fashion And all the pandemonium and all the madness There comes a time where you fade to the blackness And when you're starin' at the phone in your lap And you hopin' but them people never call you back