The Idealist

He makes his plans every day
Thinking that they will all work out his way
He lives his life in a scene:
He's always awake, but still lost in a dream

'Cause he has time on his hands
To make all these idealist plans
But they don't ever come true
And he lives on, thinking up new ones

He courts the way that he pleases
And soon finds the girl of his dreams
But it turns out she's not quite so perfect
Disillusioned, he cries and he grieves

'Cause he has time on his hands
To make all these idealist plans
But they don't ever come true
And he lives on, thinking up new ones

He has plans for everything
And of his lands he is the only king
But soon there comes a rebel to take his throne
His weapon is harsh truth, which turns our friend to stone

'Cause he had time on his hands
To make all those idealist plans
But they didn't ever come true
And he died and was buried
But nobody knew him