My old lover calls early in the morning Looking for another place to hide Her new friends are already boring She is sitting on the pavement outside She only comes to see me when she's has too much to drink Only says she loves me when she's too drunk to think Ain't it poetic, and ain't we grand? I open the door with a drink in my hand Good to see you again Why can't we be friends? I know she has some trouble being truthful We keep the conversation light and easy She smiles when I tell she looks beautiful She smiles but I can tell she doesn't believe me She is some kind of genius, everybody agrees She looks towards the bed room and then looks back to me Ain't it poetic, and ain't we grand? I open the door with a drink in my hand Tell me a story, go on sing me a song Give me something to dream to, after you've gone Baby, can't you see? You are no good for me Who knows what we'll be When we wake from our dreams When we wake from our dreams We'll see