Sometimes on sundays   I sit by the TV   Watching sad movies alone   When it gets to the part   Where the little dog dies   I cry   Somtimes I think   I was born just a little   Behind or ahead of my time   I live in a dream world   Of caring and sharing   And good guys and nobosy lies      I'm a believer   And much more than anything   I belieeve in you   You're not a deceiver   And if you told me the ocean went dry   I'd believe it was true      So call me a hopeless romantic   Because I can still believe   I can still believe in true love   ANd hopeless romantics   Still can find a way   To make true love last these days