I had an idea when I was a child
A young man can make his way in the Hollywood style
Gates would unlock, doors would open wide
Just a foolish idea in the mind of a foolish child
Elvis
Elvis lives
I believe the whispers
Elvis lives
I lost my songs at the bottom of a tin can
When I made some calls to find them they belonged to another man
A man's got no friends when he's holding a winning hand
But if words were keys I'd have talked my way into graceland
In between the A's and the B's
Of the 45 sleeves
I believe
Somewhere 'tween here and my dreams
The back row girls scream
And I believe
Take a final breath and dive down deeper than I ever have
The water may be cold, but it's warmer than my past
If I turn my head I might still see the sunlight flash
I know the pearl exists I just don't know if I can last