I went to the store, to buy a fountain-pen
I didn't know it came with no ink
So then I pulled it out and started
Writing down all my dreams
Fifty minutes later
And several hours too
I looked down at the pen
And I looked down at you
With a cry of despair
I threw my palms in the air
All my dreams, all my efforts
They've got caught in-between
What should be and what's not there
I wish I had the chance
To tell my friends what they meant
I wish I had the way
To tell the ones I loved
How beautiful they used to be
How beautiful they still are to me
And all that's not a dream
