Dixieland Lyrics

Away over in Dixieland,
They paint dreams on the sky
I wish I could be over there
'Fore I run out of time
Climb onto the silver bird
Fly up into the, fly up into the sky

Away over in Dixieland
They paint dreams on the sky
And hey, Quasimodo can understand
This strange speak in riddles and rhymes

How come her hair's all done
Like a freshly ploughed field
She lives over in Dixieland
Where nothing is, where nothing is real

Away over in Dixieland
They paint dreams the sky
And hey, Quasimodo can understand
This strange speak in riddles and rhymes

Away over in Dixieland
They paint dreams on the sky
And hey, Quasimodo can understand
This strange speak in riddles and rhymes

There are mountains of broken dreams
Seed don't grow on the land
Moving pictures we've never seen
Scenes of sadness we see but we can't understand