| She’ll come to me in a dream |
| And I don’t even know her name |
| A pretty mark upon her breast |
| To signify her from the rest |
| But her and I are just the same |
| Building bridges outta fame |
| She stands upon a dinner plate |
| And tells me that I’ll have to wait |
| (Oooh, Wait for me) |
| I know it won’t be easy |
| What a thing |
| To believe |
| In a dream |
| Perhaps I knew her long ago |
| I wrote her poems at nine years old |
| But then I did become a man |
| The letter slipped right through my hands |
| Practiced all my wit and charm |
| Had many girls on every arm |
| I learned the depths of love and hate |
| But never did learn how to wait |
| Wait for you |
| You say it like it’s easy to do What a thing |
| To believe |
| In a dream |
| I hope you know that all my life |
| I have been searching for a wife |
| A partner and a confidant |
| The girl who wants the things I want |
| A girl who doesn’t come along |
| Cuz she’s already where I’m goin' |
| I stand upon a broken stage |
| I beg ya darling, please, please wait |
| Wait for me I know it won’t be easy |
| What a thing |
| To believe |
| In a dream |