The last time I saw you in the middle of my dream
you were eating lobster pudding and a bowl of ice cream
the bow in your hair reminded me of yesterdays
and enough of your mother who would shake her head and scream
she had no time for your pity, no time for my dreams
a tug in her life from when her father left her crying
and I don't want to go to your home
we'll just sit here and talk awhile before it gets too late
I shouldn't have bothered to pick up the phone
your love for me is so strong, but I think it's getting late
last time I saw you in the middle of my dream
you were eating lobster pudding and a bowl of ice cream
the bow in your hair reminded me of yesterdays