There you stand in your dungarees
Lookin all grown up and so very pleased.
When you write your poems,they have so much to say
When I hear your dreams, it takes my breath away.
You know I want to be a ballplayer, a regular sluggin fool
But I guess our dreams must wait awhile, until we finish school.
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And so you and I, we watch our years go by,
We watch our sweet dreams fly, far away.
But maybe someday,
I don't know when, But we can dream again,
And we'll be happy then, till our time, just drifts away.
There you stand in your wedding dress,
Listen to the seasons passing, listen to the winds blow,
Listen to the children laughing, where do broken dreams go?
There you stand in your tailored suit,