The last time I saw you in the middle of my dream   you were eating lobster pudding and a bowl of ice cream   the bow in your hair reminded me of yesterdays   and enough of your mother who would shake her head and scream   she had no time for your pity, no time for my dreams   a tug in her life from when her father left her crying   and I don’t want to go to your home   we’ll just sit here and talk awhile before it gets too late   I shouldn’t have bothered to pick up the phone   your love for me is so strong, but I think it’s getting late   last time I saw you in the middle of my dream    you were eating lobster pudding and a bowl of ice cream   the bow in your hair reminded me of yesterdays