We're all a scene in Mona's dream...

A Paris street.
A guiet stream.
Far away from carbini green.
Forgotten love at seventeen,
Where her children got a chance,
Not a dead end street.

Cause some got relignion,
And some got drugs,
Some got money and,
Some got love,

All of her days in dry-eyed haze ,
Just another scene in Mona's dream