Dreamer On the Run

Once he dreamt he was an eagle With wings of steel and heart of gold Once he dreamt he was a dove With velvet touch that heals the troubled soul Once he dreamt he spoke to Jesus Who promised him he'd show the way Once he dreamt he heard a beggar And stopped to listen to what he had to say Pick up the bottle, pour him a glass He'll tell you his stories of what might have passed He'll sit and tell you how it should be done Then look at his children and look at his wife And look at the way he's destroying their lives He's just another dreamer on the run Just another dreamer on the run Once he dreamt he fought for justice With special powers he'd been blessed But then he woke one day to find That he was just a man like all the rest Now within a cloud he sits Dreams sinking fast in a whisky haze His family given up the battle He's left alone to end his drinking days Pick up the bottle, pour him a glass He'll tell you his stories of what might have passed He'll sit and tell you how it should be done Then look at his children and look at his wife And look at the way he's destroying their lives He's just another dreamer on the run Just another dreamer on the run Just another dreamer on the run Just another dreamer on the run