Paroles: The Hoa Hoa's. Going Down.

Going down to that place, at the end of our street.
Walk in to some hippy music, oh way to be.
Walk in further to see so many heads, down there by the bar.
It's some kind of place, people are so pretty...
Well, you know they are.

Order a drink from a friendly face, oh just to be.
At the bar there seems to be no place, but hold on there's a seat.
Music talking straight to my soul, and then you meet.
The most beautiful people everywhere, you know it's just...
In the air.

I wonder if I met you there, or was it just a dream.
You had something in your greasy hair, ah way to pretty.
Then you said you were free to be.
Took a sip and realized that's the only...
Way to be.

Just a dream.
A dream.
A dream for you and me.
It's just a dream.