Текст песни Dreams

Dreams are like a primal love And the chance that I might sing low Will you ask me, am I waiting outside? The taxi is red and I'm ready to ride My legs are dancing past the doorways along The streets that I love, and I'm all alone Oh, some big buildings are hazy in the fog Here I am Stuck here thinkin' about you again And in the end I will try not to think of you again