But there ain't much conversation with a three year old
He'll come home from work and carry her away
She's trapped inside these walls a prisoner in this fine suburban home
The man she's still in love with when she dreams
And he'll see she needs
Even when he gets home he's so far away
So she dreams, she dreams
And he's proud of his work and the ladder that he's climbed
She swears she loves those kids and she doesn't mind that load
But from that high-rise office he can't hear her cry
She dreams, she dreams
Ringing telephones and decisions to be made
And he'll see she needs
He'll come home from work and carry her away
Then he drifts off to sleep and she enters her world of make believe
