I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid, and dreams were made and used and wasted.
And now I'm all alone again, nowhere to turn, no one to go to. Without a home, without a friend, without a face to say hello to. And now the night is near, now I can make believe he's here. Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping, I think of him and then I'm happy. With the company I'm keeping, the city goes to bed and I can live inside my head.
On my own pretending he's beside me. All alone I walk with him till morning. Without him
I feel his arms around me and when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.