She was in the business of dreams
Three dollars for a preview
With wings and wind to hold
And gold a far as the eye could see
For half a minute
She let you soar
With no mysteries to solve
And no fears to hold
Places where flight was easy
And dreams were dollar a dozen
She was in the business of dreams
Three dollars for a preview
You could be the tsar
And hit the next day’s news
Tricks of light
And twists of fate
She sold dreams to all who asked
A petite lady
With hair to her shoulders
She was in the business of dreams
“How long since you been selling these?”
“About a week, now, 12 days”.