Boy I used to be was upstairs
Girl of my dreams was making herself her
She could talk for hours on end
The girl of my dreams
And never say a word

She wanted things that I couldn't afford
Like a house filled with laughter every night
She wanted things that I couldn't afford

Boy I used to be got along
Said the right things to make a dream girl go
She was gone before I woke up
Now I'm downtown
Putting on a show

I wanted things that I couldn't afford
Like to get along with everybody all the time
I wanted things that I couldn't afford

Like love
Like love
Like love

Like love
Like love
Like love

Boy that I still am tells a joke
New girl of my dreams doesn't even think to laugh
We are all alone in this world
From cradle to grave
And maybe after that

We all want things that we'll never afford
Like a house filled with laughter every night
All of these things that we'll never afford

Like love
Like love
Like love

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): STEWART RANSOM MILLER