Imagine HE'S there, the star that you like.
He's singing on stage, when he suddenly looks down _
Then you're eyes meet and you can't look around.
He stops his song and leaves the stage _
His journey towards you lasts for an age.
Now he's beside you holding your hand
You're on a dreamland cruise and you don't want to land.
Crowds part to permit your exit, but then
You trip on a step and your head spins and, when
You wake, you are crying - you've landed at last.
Good dreams are bad dreams - they never do last.