Time Flies - Michael Feinstein

Life begins and spirits rise

And they become memories that vaporize

And the vapor becomes the dreams we devise

And while we are dreaming time flies

Night turns to dawn and dreams to sighs

And sighs change to sweet love that never dies

And love becomes laughter and lullabies

And while we are dreaming time flies

While we are dreaming we meet and exchange

Conversations routinely and nothing seems strange

But when we awake there’s a sense of unease

That another night’s gone just as quick as you please

Night turns to dawn and then to bright skies

And bright skies to picnics on warm Julys

To deep umber autumns and winter goodbyes

And while we are dreaming time flies

While we are dreaming time flies