LONG AGO, A YOUNG MAN SITS
AND PLAYS HIS WAITIN' GAME
BUT THINGS ARE
NOT THE SAME IT SEEMS
AS IN SUCH TENDER DREAMS
SLOWLY PASSING SAILING SHIPS
AND SUNDAY AFTERNOON
LIKE PEOPLE ON THE MOON I SEE
ARE THINGS NOT MEANT TO BE
WHERE DO THOSE
GOLDEN RAINBOWS END
WHY IS THIS SONG SO SAD
DREAMING THE DREAMS
I'VE DREAMED MY FRIEND
LOVIN' THE LOVE I LOVE
TO LOVE IS JUST
A WORD I'VE HEARD
WHEN THINGS ARE BEIN' SAID
STORIES MY POOR HEAD
HAS TOLD ME
CANNOT STAND THE COLD
AND IN BETWEEN
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
AND WHAT HAS COME TO PASS
A MISBEGOTTEN GUESS, ALAS
AND BITS OF BROKEN GLASS
WHERE DO YOUR
GOLDEN RAINBOWS END
WHY IS THIS SONG I SING SO SAD
DREAMING THE DREAMS
I'VE DREAMED MY FRIEND
LOVIN' THE LOVE I LOVE
TO LOVE, TO LOVE, TO LOVE
OH, NO, NO, NO, NO