Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands
When I'm over here in elder ladies, as the rumors start to fly
I hear them in the schoolyard, in the scrapyard, in the chip shop
In the phone box, in the pool hall, at the shoe stall
Every corner turned around
Starting with a schoolgirl who was running, running home to her mom and dad
Told them she was playing in the change room of the local football side
I said, tell us again, she told him again, tell us the truth, he found it hard to believe
Cause he taught her with Steve, he even trained me, taught her with John, he was a father of three
It only takes one dream, to make a thousand matches
It only takes one match, to burn a thousand dreams
A thousand dreams
Sitting in the classroom, on the swimming pool, with a matchstick man in hand
At the scouts hall, at the football, with the wows we trust to pay the all on him
His name did a lot for the game, got his name marked up above the sports ground gates
And I'm ripping them down, stamping the ground, picking up his dust in the barn
It only takes one dream, to make a thousand matches
It only takes one match, to burn a thousand dreams
A thousand dreams
A thousand dreams

Wake up, smell the rain, shake out, he's back to stay
Hasn't been on a holiday, growing seeds don't believe, why he's been away

In the schoolyard, change room, playing fields, bathroom, phone box, office blocks, corners turned around
Heaped out in the flame, tossing the blame, got his name marked up above the sports ground gates
And I'm ripping them down, stamping the ground, picking up his dust in the barn
And it only takes one dream, to make a thousand matches
It only takes one match, to burn a thousand dreams
A thousand dreams
A thousand dreams
A thousand dreams
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