Girl come to me in a dream, and I don't even know her name. A pretty mark upon her breast to signify her from the rest. Her and I are just the same, Building bridges out of fame. She stands upon a dinner plate and tells me that I'll have to wait. Wait for me, I know it won't be easy. What a thing to believe in a dream. Perhaps I knew her long ago, I wrote her poems at 9 years old. But then I did become a man, and let her slip right through my hands. I practiced all my wit and charm, Had many girls on every arm. I learned the depths of love and hate, but never did learn how to wait. Wait for you, You say it like it's easy to do. what a thing to believe in a dream. I have you know that all my life I have been searching for a wife. A partner and a confidant, A girl who wants the things I want, A girl who doesn't come along, ‘Cause she's already where I'm going. Stand upon a broken stage I bet you darlin' please, please wait. Wait for me, I know it won't be easy. What a thing to believe in a dream. I believe in a dream.