Janet Jackson

And a bus comes in on the hollywood freeway in the dark
A face catches sight of home, though at this spirited town
Such a beating of the heart and a hope deep down inside
They say the streets are paved with gold
But it sure looks kind of cold outside
Steppin on the sidewalk with the stars beneath her feet
Just a handful of tourists, is all shes bound to meet
So tough to find a room and it takes more than a day
And its not too nice and the price is high
Somehow she cant help but cry
In a world full of fantasies, reality can hurt
Its about the fiction, the odds wont go with her on
Chorus:
Dream street, dream street
Will it all come true? will it all just fade away