You had my child in Memphis
then I heard of work in Nashville,
But we didn't find it there so we moved on.
To a small farm in Nebraska,
to a gold mine in Alaska,
We didn't find it there so we moved on.
I know you're tired of fol-low-ing
My elusive dreams and schemes
For they're only fleeting things,
My elusive dreams.

Now we've left A-las-ka
because thewas no gold mine,
But this time only two of us moved on.
And now all we have is each other
and a little memory
To cling to and still you won't let me go on alone.
I know you're tired of following
My elusive dreams and schemes
For they're only fleeting things,
My elusive dreams.