They asked me a question
One that sounded so easy
They asked what my Utopia is
But answering this made me queasy

With every pro came a con
It was not simple at all
Of course I could say a world without
War, starvation, poverty, and hate
But what is a life with out a bridge to cross
Without a sad memory or loss
With out a struggle with a victory
Or a smile and a misery?
You see this is why I answered to them
My Utopia is where I am

The First Day I Met You,
I Was, Oh, So Cold,
But You,
Warmed My Soul

The First Day I Met You,
I Was, Oh, So Alone,
But You--You,
Showed Me Home

The First Day I Met You,
I Was, Oh, So Very Young,
But You, Yes You,
Put Air Into My Heaving Lungs