she's out there, waiting for me,
Oh, it'll be such a sight to see
Her, with windblown hair
And emerald eyes,
I'm just a lonely poet, it isn't fair
That she will not be mine

I'll wander the globe,
Searching for the smile,
That will make the globe worth traveling
I'll cross the seven seas,
To find her on an unmarked island,
Awaiting the return of I,
the man she never met, but fell in love with,
Over and over and over again,

Her breath will smell of spring,
Her body will tempt the most solemn of Gods
She'll wander the street, flocks of men at her feet,
and she'll say
Nay, Ronnie is the man for me,
A certainty, this dream shall be
A dream, most certainly,
That plagues me every night,
always hurting me...