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
