The Dreamer

— I used to be
— One of the dreamers
— Spent my days staring at the clouds
— Way back when
— I stuggle to think about what thinkers would think of me and you
— Oh, growing up
— Might saw so simple
— For the youngs just wish or wait their days 'til the older now
— But deep deep down
— The older man would give anything to relive all those days again
— Oh, the sweetest thing that I’ll ever know
— Would come inside and then leave you all alone
— For all the pretty roses and also many tones
— Keep your head up, son, don’t break your heart
— Up on that hill and across the field
— Our hairy trees will swing and sing all afternoon
— We'll meet our world
— Our own litte Hollywood
— Hasn't all the memories of dreamers