I was sort of hoping,That you would come along,Like the answer to a prayer,And the music to a song.Like the kind of thing that happens,At a special place and time,That will change our lives forever,Like a fantasy of mine.The fantasy was there before,I ever knew your name,And now that I have found you,We will never be the same.So, pardon, if I look at you,Forgive me if I stare,At the fantasy I knew before,I saw you standing there.For I was always hoping,That you would come along,Like the answer to a prayer,And the music to a song