here’s little duet… anybody interested?
“Men of Our Dreams” dwl
In my dreams I could see him, staring out from my window
He was kind, he was gentle, not some fairy tale hero.
He lives on in my mind, as my standard and treasure,
And I search through the world for a man that’s his measure.
It was of him that I thought, as you came into view
would you fall into shadow, would I see him in you?
As a boy I was nourished on legend and lore
Tales of uncles and cousins and the lands they fought for.
In my mind I installed them, as my judge and my jury
And to not measure up, was the one constant worry.
It was of them that I thought, as you came into view
would you see them in me, or would I have to do?
(Male) She dreams of a man that she wishes was me,
(Female) as he dreams of the men that he so wants to be.
Can these men of our dreams keep us safe or destroy us?
Do these men of our dreams tell the truth or betray us?
Will these men of our dreams ever fade away from us?
At least enough to see, what the one right here can be.
The man of my dreams can bring calm to the storm.
When my world becomes bitter, he is stable and warm.
But you’d fly to defend me, you would fight any foe,
you would risk all and more, you are fearless I know.
But the man that I want, isn’t eager to fight
wouldn’t stand as my guard, he would hold me at night.
The men from my dreams battled back every storm
They would fight-off all evil, no matter what form.
But I am no hero, though I come from their line,
I seek only some quiet, and for you to be mine.
But the man that you want, he is eager to fight
I would rather just hold you, but I’ll guard you at night
I must tell my new love of the man of my dreams,
How he’s calm and he’s safe and not prone to extremes.
But how could he be what his hero’s were not
He was raised to be like them, men with no second thought
Could he ever be happy as the man that I see
Will he let go his dreams and be happy with me?
I must tell my new love of the men I can’t be,
They were heroes and legends, but it just isn’t me.
I was raised to be like them, but I am what I am,
neither hero nor coward, just a regular man.
Could she ever be happy if this is all that I’ll be?
Will she let go her dreams and be happy with me?