Je Ne M'en Souviens Pas — Better Than Ezra

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

A paris street. A quiet stream. Far away from cabrini green. Forgotten love at seventeen, Where her children got a chance, Not a dead end street.

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

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