If you were the mother of my children
the woman in my bed
The wife I always wanted
the lover I clothed and fed
If you were the muse of inspiration
the candle in my night
The queen of my intentions
everything would be all right

But you're not a woman I've held and kissed
And in truth you possibly don't even exist
And as real as all this sometimes seems
I'm afraid it's just an endless life of dreams

You're the focus of my passion
and I've always felt you near
You're the art and film
and fashion of the music that I hear
You're the fragrance in my garden
beyond my fingertips
You're the sun on my horizon
you're the sail upon my ship

But you're not a woman I've held and kissed
And in truth you probably don't exist
And as real as all this sometimes seems
I'm afraid its just an endless life of dreams

To breathe and to live, to grow and to give
To dream and to laugh and to cry
The mysteries of God, the sorrows of time
I am listening for the love song
for the harmony and rhyme

Life stretched out before me
on a road that leads to you
You're the reason I keep hoping
this kind of love is true
No one understands my faithfulness
or the way you make me feel
It doesn't matter if I find you
it doesn't matter if you're real

But you're not a woman I've held and kissed
And in truth you probably don't even exist
And as real as all this sometimes seems
I'm afraid its just an endless life of dreams [x2]