On blue jay way I pretend to walk down another sort of aisle
But I have no groom
What will a poor wretch like me do?
A dream wedding with no dream man
Oh poor poor me
A dreamer without a dream
What will I do?
Be cursed into math and science?
A life with just facts
Oh little birds won't you sing me a song
Anything but the blues
Oh please lift my spirits
Find me a fantasy
A man worth pining for