I can give to you my possibly's, my maybe's and my might's
I cannot give my afternoons, my mornings or my nights.
You may think that you once knew me in a thought from long ago
Or hope that you will see me on the road of life you know
But you won't ever have me to laugh with or to cry
Because what we share is only words, a verbal lullabye
We share no life between us, all we have to share are dreams
I'm not there and you're not here, despite how real it seems.