Writer(s): Michael Stoner / Martin Block / Harold Green
I guess I’ll to dream the rest, if you can’t remember the things that you said
The night that my shoulder held your sleepy head
If you believe that parting’s best, I guess I’ll have to dream the rest.
I guess I’ll have to dream alone of honeymoon cruises once dear to my heart,
Of one room apartments that we said we’d start,
Of foolish things we planned to own, I guess I’ll have to dream alone.
I can see that your heart has gone astray, as for me, I love you the same old way.
I guess I’ll have to dream the rest, there’ll be no friends waiting to throw shoes and rice
Those heavenly moments will never come twice
I’m thankful for the hours you’ve blessed, I guess I’ll have to dream the rest.