When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what`s my pleasure; "A movie or a measure"?
I`ll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free
I don`t want to live on charity
Pleasure`s real or is it fantasy?
Real to real is living rarity
People stop and stare at me we just walk on by
We just keep on dreaming
Feet, feet, walking a two mile
Mee,t meet, meet me at the turnstile
I never met him I`ll never forget him
Dream, dream, even for a little while
Dream, dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away radiate
I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own; something you can have and hold
I`d build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free