They say times are hard for dreamers
But they are not hard for me I’ve saved up everything I know To take that step beyond the lawn
Keep walking till I see the station And then see it go Inside the train, up through the glass
My finger tracing All of these towns I’ve never heard of racing past Off the train in Paris, half a mile from Sacré-Cœur
The city’s waking up for me! A sign says an apartment’s vacant on the second floor!
And suddenly I hold a key I turn a lock, the rooms appear
And all it takes is one more step, and then I’m here! Just me behind my door!
It isn’t what I have, it’s only what I have in store That matters now, the past can only fade!
And everything I’ll ever need is here This is how my world gets made They say times are hard for dreamers
And who knows, maybe they are People seem stuck, or lost at sea! And I might be a dreamer
But it’s gotten me this far And that is far enough for me Look out my window there’s a view, of other windows My own museum full of paintings I look through!
Where everything is clear! It isn’t where I am, it’s only where I’ll go from here That matters now
And I am not afraid! As everything I’ll ever need appears
This is how my world gets made