Dreams

We are driving in your car

And planning a Thanksgiving dinner

Your folks are coming with your grandma

So are mine, with Uncle Louie

I steal a kiss

And you are laughing

The telephone rings;

It's my sister Kathy

She'll bake a pie if she's able

I think we'll need a larger table

I don't want to wake up

I just want to dream all day

We are living in a cottage

Near the ocean

The waves are crashing

I see the garden that we planted

Seeds are sprouting

Nothing bad has happened

Your eyes seem like they are all-knowing

You read my soul;

All my lies are showing

I reach for you to stroke your hair

You have vanished into thin air

I don't want to wake up

I just want to dream all day

I only dream in Technicolor

I only dream of you, my lover

I dream of you each passing day

Every every every every every day

I only dream in Technicolor

I only dream of you, my lover