Oh wouldn't it be nice
If this wasn't real life?
You might change your mind
And finally you'd be mine.
You jump off your train
And come back to me again.
When they finally see us meet,
The audience throw roses at our feet.
A spotlight on our embrace,
Applause fills the place.
The curtains, they shut
And everybody stands up.
They all cry in awe
Of the true love they saw,
And the naive sound of laughter
Followed by a happily ever after.