In My Dreams

I looked the whole world over
Till I found a four leaf clover
And I put it in the pocket of the jeans
Then I took the Northwest passage
Through parts so dark and savage
And I prayed both day and night to be redeemed
I drank all kinds of liquor
And it always healed me quicker
Than any other remedy it seems
And I say this to explain
How I'm here and how I came
And that I meet the finest people in my dreams
Now it was cold and raining
On the night when I was waiting
On connections to convey me into Queens
So I hopped the Union Flyer
And it went out on the wire
That I was riding high on iron wings
When the headlines read "They Got Him"
I was at the bottom
Of the dankest holding tank in New Orleans
And I hastened then to say
Before they threw the key away
"You know I meet the finest people in my dreams"
Now, the leaves are turning golden
And our days are still unfolding
We're holding out and living by our means
And if they asked me I'd be glad to
Say that I'm just glad I have you
You're the one on whom this sad blue fellow leans
And that it was my decision
To send the carrier pigeon
With the missive listing this and other themes
That nothing will defeat me
That I love you so completely
And that I meet the finest people in my dreams
I meet the finest people in my dreams