Seasons, my friend
Colour me
So we can blend
Forbid me to go

I know so little
About the wind
When it blows

Dreamer, dreamer
I’m walking out of your dream

Take me off that parade
And place me somewhere
In yours sense of a shades
Your night shuts my door
And I will not dream anymore

See if I can pass by that waiting hand
If I can pass by that wandering man
If I can leave to get on
See that it all makes sense pretty soon

Dreamer, dreamer
I’m walking out, while you go on

Dreamer, dreamer

Dreamer, dreamer
I be where I belong