Dreamer

Torn jeans, I've always been a dreamer. I pictured my whole life when I was twelve years old

A cabin in the woods, a beauty by my side. This redhead wife of mine would be the sweetest thing you've ever seen

Now she stands in front of me

I'm the luckiest man you'll ever see

We'll be getting there if you dare to say that you're a dreamer

Torn jeans, I'm sick and tired of working for the man. These golden chains

Weigh heavy while the kids run steady in their bliss, the old man holds firmly to his cane

Old strings taught me playing is just another way of saying the words that lay heavy on my tongue

Oh my god, I've got so much to tell her

The joyful and the horror, just give me more, more, more

Now she stands in front of me

I'm the luckiest man you'll ever see

We'll be getting there if you dare to say that you're a dreamer

We'll be getting there if you dare to say that you're a dreamer

We'll be getting there if you dare to say that you're a dreamer

Torn jeans, I've fallen so often

But every bloody knee taught me to get back on my feet