If you should ever wonder
where the lost and lonely dwell.
It's out beyond the Rising Sun,
past Heartbreak Hotel.
There's a place where you can go,
where all the drinks are free.
The boulevard of broken dreams,
that's where I'm going to be.
Take the Haunted Highway
past the river of dreams.
You'll reach a quiet crossroads,
beside a silent stream.
There you'll see the signpost
and it will point the way.
To the boulevard of broken dreams,
and a lonely cafe.
The boulevard of broken dreams
where restless spirits go.
You'll find me there with Elvis
and Marilyn Monroe.
You can share a drink with Boggie
and reminisce with James Dean.
In a lonely little cafe
on the boulevard of broken dreams.
Sara Stowell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boulevard-of-broken-dreams/
