Without a Believer

One, two, three
Two, two, three

When I was a boy, hardly more than ten years old
My family moved to a small town
And I was destroyed, leaving all my friends behind, and if
I'd had the choice, we'd 've stayed put
It's only now I can see sometimes a little change can be good

At the end of the block, a ramshackle diner stood
My after school stop, just to pass time
Where I met a girl, nearly three times my age but still
She painted my world with her kind words and soft curves
Just a schoolboy crush, but
You remind me of her

She saw something in me
I was lonely and misunderstood
She'd ask me to write down my wildest schemes
And over slices of blueberry pie, I learned to dream

She'd say, what good's a dreamer without a believer?
We all just need someone to care
One who might listen and root for our wishes
Someone to simply be glad that we're there
What good's a hand if nobody needs holding?
When everything else falls away
If no one believes her, what good's a dreamer anyway?

Thank God for that place, it practically saved me
Those school kids sure didn't take kind to this stranger
And I was eccentric, all grand plans and inventions
That I would've just thrown away
By listening, she let me have something to say

What good's a dreamer without a believer?
We all just need someone to care
One who might listen and root for our wishes
Someone to simply be glad that we're there
What good's a hand if nobody needs holding?
When everything else falls away
If no one believes her, what good's a dreamer anyway?