Where she dreams is a mystery to me
It's private and secluded so no one can see
She will dream in her bed, sound asleep with her pillows
In her dream she dances through a forest of willows
She will dream with her feet as she floats across the stage
Her name and pictures are posted on the front page
She will dream while she is flying on a jet plane at night
She watches the moon begin its ascent in the flight
She can dream when she's alone
Or when someone else is home
Vividly they appear
All these dreams much too clear
She keeps them to herself and hides away her tears
Because some of the dreams depict her deepest fears
She wakes up in the morning sometimes out of breath
It was all just a dream, there's nothing now that's left
Where she dreams is a mystery to me
We will never know what those images could be
