Sadly A Fiction - Blues Traveler

And when the day begins I need her to begin me

She’s hell-for-leather when I let her see what’s in me

It’s so addicting there’s no predicting what’s she’s going to do or say

By the gods that made her I can’t persuade her but she’ll do it for me anyway

She isn’t real

No, I’ve never met her

Simply a hope, perchance to dream

Ah but still, I can’t forget her

Hope springs eternal it would seem

Sadly a fiction my predilection for her arrival

She’ll smile politely then only slightly to my would-be rival

There’s no denying that I am dying for a chance to be her faith

It’s almost tragic to hope for magic but still something in me waits

She isn’t real

No, I’ve never met her

Simply a hope, perchance to dream

Oh, but still I can’t forget her

Hope springs eternal it would seem

She isn’t real

No, I’ve never met her

Simply a hope, perchance to dream

Ah but still, I can’t forget her

Hope springs eternal it would seem