Then i woke up far away In a house i owned with barely any clothes on And a tousled head beside me I was filthy as a mad woman, Guilty as a bad person Oh, the night was young and free And i cried when i began to see I woke up in a fantasy I ran barefoot down the halls Of a farm house in vermont Or was it portland? I have never been before (Or so i thought) I knew exactly where to find What little peace i had in mind Who'd've thought my wandering eye Would carry me Over so much land and sea And wake me in a fantasy Aand there your hands go Where they know they shouldn't be Caught in a cookie jar Your fists aren't threatening In the dark I roll to you Pour my heart into the room No one hears me, no one Oh pity me What a wretched thing to be Woken from a fantasy