Lyrics:

Sherman / Lewis / Marqusee

It's like reaching for the moon
It's like reaching for the sun
It's like reaching for the stars
Reaching for you

You're so far above me
How can I expect than an angel to
It's so refined as you are

It's like flying without wings
Playing fiddle without strings
And a million other things
No one can do
No, my hopes are slender
In my secret heart I pray you'll surrender soon
No, it's like reaching for the moon