Most people say I’m a dreamer.
Reality is not my friend.
I had big dreams for the future,
But someday the dreams have to end.
I dreamed I’d be rich and famous,
And you would be there by my side.
Life can be lonely for dreamers,
And dreams are a good place to hide.
But I’m giving up along dreams,
And now life is just what it seems to be,
For I’ve given up all my dreams, except one,
‘Cause I can’t stop dreaming of you.
Feb. 11, 1985
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