When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante You asked meâ whatÂŽsâ my pleasure, aâ movie or a measure? IÂŽll have aâ cup of tea and tell you of my
I donÂŽtâwant to liveâon charity PleasureÂŽs real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel 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 Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile I never met him IÂŽll 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, IÂŽd build a road in gold just to have some
Dreaming, dreaming is free Dreaming, dreaming is free Dreaming, dreaming is free Dreaming, dreaming is free Dreaming, dreaming is free Dreaming, dreaming is free Dreaming, dreaming is free