I dreamed you up On a rooftop Of a New York Dive And I conjured you Out of moonlight And Sunday smiles You were dancing In the fallen leaves You were Conceptualized In the jazz bar jive You were tiptoeing So gently across My mind. You were a notion That I caught You were a fragile Fantasy You were Coming into view Riding across Oceans, mountains And trees. I found you in a Place I never Expected to be - I found you in a Coffee shop Drinking tea. I tried to take You home I tried to Bring you into Reality But from the Beginning you Were always Trying to escape From me. You were a notion That I trapped You were a ghost In the machine You burst into The world In a flurry of Snowstorms And your father's Insanity. I tried to hold you Closer I tried to catch your Drift I tried to be the Anchor to all Your perpetual Lift. How can you Trap a butterfly That doesn't want To be caught? How can you hold Onto love that Does not seek To be sought? I tried so hard To help you: I loved your Spirit and your Smile But you always Were pushing For one more Drama, one More inch Past the mile. I see your impression In a stranger's eyes I look for you round Corners and in certain Shades of light. I chase you down Those pathways I hunt you down in Dreams But your love is never Willing to be seen. You see I dreamed you up on A rooftop of a New York dive And little did I know You didn't want to be Alive.