"The Dream" (J. Fadden, B. Nelson)

His fast ball is fadin'
His sinker is gone
Sent him down to the minors
'Cause he wore out his arm
His eyes shine brighter
Than the young kids' it seems
So he keeps on playin'
Holdin' on to the dream

Lord knows that it ain't for the money
'Cause he's broke almost every day
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess he'll do it 'cause he still loves to play
Guess he'll do it 'cause he still loves to play

He's been in the saddle since he was a kid
Rodeo pain but he keeps it well hid
And someday he'll have to set his pony free
But 'til he does
He'll be riding the dream

Lord knows that it ain't for the money
'Cause he's broke almost every day
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess he'll do it 'cause he still loves to play
Guess he'll do it 'cause he still loves to play

We ain't gettin' no younger
And that is the truth
But these games we keep playin'
They're our fountain of youth

From Boston to Boulder
And down to Orleans
From high lights to low life
Everything in between
Well I guess we could grow up
And quit wearin' our jeans
But we still feel like playin'
And livin' a dream

Lord knows that it ain't for the money
'Cause we're broke almost every day
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess we do it 'cause we still love to play
I guess we do it 'cause there's no other way