Fine Hour

Was a daydream Backseat Taxi The driver told me Look out the window A wedding party The groom was waiting But she was missing Was a flash And all was changed Bright light I looked away Was a figure Power Like a steel tower I was a dead man Gave up my neck then Like an animal Cowering Was a flash And all was changed Through a glass I saw your face Saw myself as a child All smiles All laughter High in your arms It was a fine, fine hour A fine hour for a dream It was a fine, fine hour A fine hour for a dream