Suzanne Vega

I dreamed you were a rich man
And that I had no place to go
I came to you, to see if you would take me in
Through golden curtains you told me, youd let me know.
You drink for 10 and you smoke for 20
And your fickle heart will never be true
But still I feel the wind in from the harbor
And thats when I know the old longing for you.
I saw you in my minds eye