Polka Dot Pajams

Is this real or am I dreaming? Can't seem to tell the difference no more And have you ever had a dream that you could've done so much more But you wake up only to find you were always stuck behind in slo-mo I can tell you all about it, till you can recount it But time marches on, you would say I hope it does so I could find a way I would say Well I'm right here waiting for my own You'll still run, fading, with lies on your phone I'm still right here waiting, for my own I can see us, and her polka dot dress Hitch a ride on trough the pines, or a taxi cab in Chinatwon Little Rock to Carloine, we won't know until we find it now On the corner of a street, at a quarter after three At a table set for two, only then you'll see The Sun shines only for you Alright, let's go I'm still waiting for my own Smoke's still fading and I'm still waiting here for my own And I can see her where I stand