I was sort of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I stare,
At the fantasy I knew before,
I saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song
- Rachel -
