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.
Dreaming.
I don’t want to live on charity.
Pleasure’s 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.
Dreaming is free.
Dreaming.
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.
Dreaming.
