When you’re dreaming with a broken heart, The waking up is the hardest part You roll out of bed and down on your knees And for a moment you can hardly breathe Wondering was she really hereIs she standing in my room? No, she’s not‚Cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone When you’re dreaming with a broken heart, The giving up is the hardest part She takes you in with her crying eyes Then all at once you have to say goodbye