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