Oh sweet fantasia of the safe home Where nobody has to scrape for honey at the bottom of the cone Where every actor understands the scene And nobody ever means to be mean Catch it in a dream, catch it in a song Seek it on the street you’ll find the Candy Man’s gone I hate to tell you but the Candy Man’s gone Even the hope for a safe home, a haven of understanding and mutual acceptance, turns out to be a “sweet fantasia.” This is what people dream of and write romantic ballads about, but it not realistic