(Fmaj9)Some thing’s start ed cra zy,

sweet and un (Em7)known.

(Fmaj9)Some thing you keep in a box on the street,

now it’s long ing for a (Em7)home.

And, who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be lone ly and sad.

And, who can say what we are?

This is the sea son for dream ing...

And (Am)now our bod ies are the (Gm7)guilt y ones, who (Fmaj7)touch

and col or the (Bb6/9)hours.

(Am)Night won’t breathe.

Oh, how we

(Fmaj7)fall in si lence from the sky

and (Dm9)whis per some sil ver re ply…

Whoa oh, whoa oh.

(Fmaj9)Pulse is gone and rac ing,

all fits and starts.

(Fmaj9)Win dow by win dow you try and look in to

this brave new you that you are.

And, who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be out in the cold.

And, who can say what we are?

This is the rea son for dream ing...

And (Am)now our bod ies are the (Gm7)guilt y ones.

Our (Fmaj7)touch

will fill ev ’ry (Bb6/9)hour.

(Am)Huge and dark, oh, our hearts will (Fmaj7)mur mur the blues from on high,

then (Dm9)whis per some sil ver re ply...

whoa oh, whoa oh.

And (Am)now our bod ies are the (C13)guilt y ones.