Times Are Hard for Dreamers

They say times are hard for dreamers,
But they won't be 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,
Out 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 is 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 has 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 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...



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel R. Messe, Nathan Tysen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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