You Are There

In the evening, when the kettle's on for tea

An old familiar feeling settles over me

And it's your face I see, and

I believe that you are there



In a garden, when I stop to touch a rose

And feel the petals soft and sweet against my nose

I smile and I suppose that

Somehow maybe you are there



When I'm dreaming

And I find myself awake without a warning

And I rub my eyes and fantasize

And all at once I realize

It's morning, and my fantasy is fading

Like a distant star at dawn

My dearest dream is gone

I often think there's just one thing to do

Pretend the dream was true

And tell myself that you are there