PAPER DREAMS

PAPER DREAMS


She said she had a headache, so he left to watch TV
Nothing much was on, so he thought that he'd call me
When the telephone rang I thought that I would die
He said "may I tell you why I just want to cry?"

Now his wife was my oldest and my best friend
We spent our time just bashing all the men
She only stayed because he was quite rich
And even she admitted that she was a bitch.

She told me once how she longed to escape
If only it wasn't such a mess of red tape
"Paper dreams" is what she called her life
And she no longer wished to be a wife.

I listened while he cried on my broad shoulder
And when he sobbed I grew a little bolder
I hugged him to me as he sighed aloud
But he left to walk in the cold, large crowd.

Weeks went by and she had moved far away
I saw him in the park one long, summer day
He had a special friend just half his own age
And as he winked at me, I knew he'd turned the page.

Life is short and we all make our own beds
Sometimes it takes alot to turn our stubborn heads
But when we risk whats new, for what's grown old
Sometimes we hold the cards, sometimes we fold.

I went to her funeral, later on that same, lonely year
The small crowd gathered round, flowers everywhere
I thought of her with humour, as I recalled her schemes
"Dear God, please deliver her, from her paper dreams."

I saw him around Christmas time the following year
His young wife and baby were standing very near
I walked on by, my paper dreams hid deep inside
And when he said "how are you?" I smiled & I lied.