Long Ago And Far Away - James Taylor

Long ago, a young man sits 
And plays his waiting game.
But things are not the same 
It seems as in such tender dreams.
Slowly passing sailing ships 
And Sunday afternoon.
Like people on the moon 
I see are things not meant to be.

Where do those golden rainbows end? 
Why is this song so sad?
Dreaming the dreams 
I've dreamed my friend, 
Loving the love I love
To love is just a word I've heard 
When things are being said.
Stories my poor head has told me 
Cannot stand the cold.
And in between what might have been 
And what has come to pass,
A misbegotten guess alas 
And bits of broken glass.

Where do your golden rainbows end? 
Why is this song I sing so sad?
Dreaming the dreams 
I dream my friend, 
Loving the love I love to love to love to love.