When I was younger I dreamed of a hotel
where I could stay every night and every day,
and my family could stay for weeks on end on me.
I’d accept all their gratitude humbly,
and the gambler would pay me in their sleep.
I’d be richer endlessly.
Now that I’m grown up I live in a house
for which I work, for which I pay every month,
and my family pays for a hotel when they stay.
Though it hasn’t happened yet it will someday,
and the gamblers don’t pay me in my sleep,
I’m not richer endlessly, and it’s you that’s in my dreams, Yeardley.