And we have fun, we go laughing and running Down to the water, there by the sea Where the body just floats like a rowboat And the moon's like a harbor light lit in the sky And this picture's got a woman who looks like you And a guy who looks just like someone I've seen When it turns out, I hope that it turns out I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed Embarcadero train station's empty And I just cannot believe how long it takes All the way home through the city And everyone's looking, at least, It's nice to believe that everyone's looking And this picture's got a woman who looks like you And a guy who looks just like someone I've seen When it turns out, I hope that it turns out I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed Ghostly faces at my living-room window They are not scared of me because they know I can't hurt them They press up and see, in the lamp-glow All of the hurt and the love inside of me It's their final duty to see right through me I tell them "twelve hours until the dawn, but we've got to hold on Hold on to me, because we'll be running Down to the water this morning Well, nobody waits for you to believe In ghosts, lit by moonlight or dawning Or in this picture of you and me