By Deborah Harry, Chris Stein
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.
Chorus:
Dreaming, dreaming is free
Dreaming, dreaming is free
I don’t want to live on charity
Measure’s real or it is fantasy?
Real, too real is living rarity
People stop and stare at me
We just walk on by
We just keep on dreaming
Beat beat!
Walking up to a mile
Meet me!
Meet me at the turnstyle
I never met him, I’ll never forget him
Dream dream!
In about a little while
Dream dream!
Building up the night and I’ll fade away
Oh baby yeah
I sit by and and watch the river flow
I sit by and and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have at home
I’ll build a road and go
Just to have some dreaming