Well she wakes up in the morning, and looks in the mirror, the tears fall from her eyes like a rain cloud from outside my head, she's got one fantasy left to get her through the day, and her head is by the water to make the pain go away.

She's all made up, to hide her pretty face She's all made up to hide her pretty face.

So I turn another page in the chapter of my life, but she is standing by a stairway, the beginning of my strife, I've got one fantasy left I'll spend it with my true love, and I know that I can't have her, so spread my ashes from up above.

So count all the stop signs, let go of all you care, I'd love you if I could, we'd breath the summer air, well we'd dance in slow motion, spin vinyl's on the shore, and you come in all sandy as the light hits the door.