Misty shadows fill my mind,
Misty memories, misty dreams.
'Mid all this confusion,
Life is an illusion.
Am I really here,
Or is this a dream, too?

Misty shadows fill my mind.
Always searching, will I find
A way to ease my sorrow?
Well, perhaps tomorrow,
If tomorrow comes,
Or, is it a dream, too?

Misty teardrops fill my eyes,
As I remember all those lies
When we were together.
Is love gone forever?
Was it really love,
Or did I dream that, too?

You know me, where I'll be,
Waiting here for you.

11/26/1976

Posted on 11/27/2005
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