When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
I don't want to live on charity
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
People stop and stare at me We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming
Meet 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
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