I was dreaming of the past

Old car, empty street
Broken window, open door
Ghost of you in the chair
By the broken window in the front room
The room you called the parlour
Rain was coming in on you
And you were real to me
You spoke like it was normal
Like you hadn't died at all
I was SO pleased to see you
And I kissed you and you felt real
I was worried about Granny
I'd come to give her a present
But of course she wasn't there
And you said she was ok
I hadn't seen you in 19 years
Not since you died in January 1992
Waking up brought the truth
It was just a dream
And I miss you SO much Granda