I sell dreams.

I sell dreams.

You want beautiful woman, gold and silver, and a house that glitters. There are always white clouds that float by. Don't forget the stars in your eyes. But with every dream comes pain, sorrow, and lies, and you may not live to see it all arrive. The beautiful girl's hair turns gray and old. The gold and silver must be sold for the taxes you owe. Your house becomes a one-room apartment. You spent all your money. All you have left in your cabinet is a jar of honey. I don't buy back my dreams. That leaves you lying on your back. Don't look back. It's too late for that. I can give you your old dreams back. Then you will be back on the right track.