The Lady Must Be Mad

Mad, mad, mad
She must be mad!
Completely mad

Is that the glorious sun
Shining high above me?
Is that the radiant sky?
Does the lady truly love me?

All around
Is this the blessed air?
And there beneath my feet
So solid and so sweet
Is that the honest ground?
No, the lady must be mad

All the same
How is it she called me by my name?
She knew my face
If we'd met
I don't think I'd easily forget
A creature of such grace

And if she's mad
Why can I not see
Any other sign
But her love for me?

Is this a beautiful dream?
Am I home in bed now?
Have I gone out of my mind?
Is this all inside my head now?

Well if so
Why not a purple sky?
And why not have the moon
And stars come out at noon?
Something so I'd know
No, the lady must be mad

Have I died?
Traveled over to the other side?
Could it be?
An angel came and pulled me from the sea?

If I'm dead
Living was a bore!
This is more alive
Than I've been before

That is the glorious sun
Shining high above me
That is the radiant sky
And the lady seems to love me

So if this is error
Let her be mistaken
If I'm dreaming
Let me never waken
From the sweetest dreams I've had

And whether or not I'm living or dead
Whether I'm in or out of my head
All that I know is none of it feels so bad
Who cares if the lady may be mad?