She was just sixteen
when she became the girl of my dreams
though I was too young to ask why

She came from the boulevard of broken dreams
though her world was tender and dry
ever she walked with a smile

So many nights she slept in my dreams
her arms kept the cold away for another day
as I felt my nightmares drifting away

One day she and her folks left the neighbourhood
no one around knew why of what
my days were suddenly gloomy and dark
Oh, how I missed her smile

But she was only sixteen
too distant to know why I might have been
and I was too shy to say
she was the light in my dreams
the moon in my sleep
and still I sit here wondering why.