Reaching out for someone who’s not there,
Walking down a path for two, alone;
Trying to make some sense out of it all,
Trying to make some happy thoughts a home.

Looking out across the lonely way,
Hearing waves that echo out your name,
I will dream again tonight, I guess,
But I’ll wake and find the world the same.

And all you are’s reflections
In the water,
Here and gone,
And never mine to touch;
All you are’s just sparkles
On the ocean,
Illusions that I think about
Too much.

Built a fire to regret this evening,
Watched the moths come round, and some get burned;
I guess there’s a lesson in there, somewhere,
But it’s not one, that I’ve really learned.

And all you are’s reflections
In the water,
Here and gone,
And never mine to touch;
All you are’s just sparkles
On the ocean,
Illusions that I think about
Too much.

And all you are’s reflections
In the water,
Silver light
That’s never mine to touch;
All you are’s just images
Enticing,
Illusion that I think about
Too much.

An unreal thing
I think about
Too much