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