My dreamgirl don't exist At the age of five she slit her wrist She didn't know that I'd be hanging around So her parents buried her in the ground And this day I can still hear the sound Of a life in outerspace My dreamgirl don't exist Just you and I and this TV And this illness seems to feel so strange Like a henchman that's about to hang The moon up like a ball and chain And set the sands ablaze And the weight is waiting, ah Feel the world so real and strong My dreamgirl don't exist Took her photograph from a history book I believe she had a voice and name Three children on the coast of maine Her life was in a hurricane Of love and real embrace My dreamgirl dont exist At the age of five she slit her wrist She didnt know that I'd be hanging around So one day she took a stroll to town And walked in front of a greyhound bound For New York central state And the weight is waiting, oh And the weight is waiting, oh Feel the world so real and strong She goes and now she knows she'll never be afraid