There's something about you. That reminds me of all those times. When I wasn't sorry when I wasn't blue. The cherry moon it shone down on us. Under the stars shining down every one for you. If I could count them all. I would circle the moon. And count 'em back to nothing. Till I got to you. Something in you dies when it's over. Everybody cries sometimes. If loving you's a dream. That's not worth having. Then why do I dream of you?. I used to be the house that you lived in. Down on Meadowlake Street. When you moved they cut down the maple tree. I carved your name into. The tree became a boat I christened it your name. And when the water turned to salt. From your tears it hit the bottom of the ocean. Where I go when I hear your name. And I sink like a stone. Something in you dies when it's over. Everybody cries sometimes. If loving you's a dream. That's not worth having. Then why do I dream of you?. Why do I dream of you. i feel like a dream that's not having. Like a nervous joke ain't nobody laughing. Like somebody with nothing 'cause they don't know. What they're wanting. Tiny like the sand in the cracks of drift wood. Washed up on the shore of an ocean of you. Boats out on the horizon. Made of the maple tree where we used to lie down. On Meadowlake Street counting the stars you and I. You and I. Something in you dies when it's over. Everybody cries sometimes. If loving you's a dream that's not worth having. Then why do I dream of you. Why do I dream of you. Why