When I met you in the restaurant you could tell I was no debutante 
You asked me what's my pleasure; "movie or a measure"? 
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming 
Dreaming is free 
Dreaming, dreaming is free 
I don't want to live on charity 
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy? 
Real to real is living rarity 
People stop and stare at me we just walk on by 
We just keep on dreaming 
Feet, feet, walking a two mile 
Meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile 
I never met him I'll never forget him 
Dream, dream, even for a little while 
Dream, dream, filling up an idle hour 
Fade away radiate 
I sit by and watch the river flow 
I sit by and watch the traffic go 
Imagine something of your very own; something you can have and hold 
I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming 
Dreaming is free 
Dreaming, dreaming is free