Last night, I had a beautiful dream

that I bought our old building on 41st Street.

And I took over the upkeep of the place where we used to sleep.

I knew I needed some assistance, so I placed the call.

Then some friends that I could count on helped me tear down the walls.

And brick by brick, we watched that building fall.

Then I toiled and I slaved for months at a time,

structured life from its foundation, crafted many a rhyme,

and I built you a home of beauty from the grime.

Not a day goes by I don’t wish that this whole thing was just a dream,

that I’d wake up in the morning and you’d be lying next to me.

From the floors, to the ceiling, down to every beam,

I designed all to follow a particular theme,

and filled every open space with all your favorite things.

I made a room for you to dance when you felt the need,

put a hammock in the yard, out beneath the trees.

Every level of the house held another story to me.

Not a day goes by I don’t wish that this whole thing was just a dream,

that I’d wake up in the morning and you’d be lying next to me.

But as the months pass by, I vanquish in the soul of your memory.

Now I’m three years down, and six lovers deep.

Last night, I had a beautiful dream

that I bought our old building on 41st Street.

And I took over the upkeep of the place where we used to sleep.

I knew I needed some assistance, so I placed the call.

Then some friends that I could count on helped me tear down the walls.

And brick by brick, we watched that building fall.

Not a day goes by I don’t wish that this whole thing was just a dream,

that I’d wake up in the morning and you’d be lying next to me.

But as the months pass by, I vanquish in the soul of your memory.

Now I’m three years down, and six lovers deep.