hey stranger. will you wander off with me?

Oh I’m a dreamer,
Living in a world that ain’t there,
Or is that world here,
Well I don’t know.

Can’t you see her,
Standin’ right there.
With hair that’s rich as gold.

Hey she’s just a pace there,
With her face yeah,
Starin’ at the sun.

Why can’t you see her?
Why she’s just there,
I see her form so clear.

Maybe she’s fadin’,
It does look foggy,
But no she’s still right there.

Hey can’t you see her,
Why can’t you see her?
Why she’s standin just right there.

*Another lyrical attempt. I think it was about the confusion between the realms of the living and dead. Here, a pretty lady is standing beneath the sun, but only I can see her.