once

once
a long time ago
a young girl dreamed
riding her bicycle down
a quiet country lane
northern michigan her domain
and she dreamed
she dreamed
she thought what if, what if
what if, what if

once
still long ago
that same young girl dreamed
walking hand in hand
with a curly haired boy
in the snow
a few days before the new year
and they dreamed
they dreamed
he said what if, with me?
what if, with you?
she thought what if, with me?
what if, with you.
but she couldn't
see it through

they met at a party
no, the first time he saw her
she was sitting in her window
playing a sad french song on the guitar
but back to the night at the party
they had a lot of rum
and stumbled out in the viennese streets
he recited pushkin to her
as she sat
to catch her
tipsy fevered
breath

months later she said
what if, we tried?
what if, I came back to your side?
what if, an ocean meant nothing to us?
what if


she'll keep dreaming
she's dreaming