Once he had a goal to get out of his hole
He tried so hard, he tried to reach, but he could not find a pole
So he learned to fly, to soar into the sky
But he flew so fast, he flew right past his dream, left it behind.
(instrumental)
Sometimes profound, sometimes absurd, these dreams we have
Whether asleep or we're awake, imagining
Dreams are something we all need, to carry on
Does the man make up the dreams, or do dreams make up the man?
(instrumental)
As children we see things in Crayola hues
Yellows, purples, reds, and vivid greens and blues
Even shades that don't exist.
Adults will see the world in stark black and white
Their dreams they've left behind, they've given up the fight
The longing deep within persists.
This world is what it is, no more nor less it seems
Dreaming won't change a thing, not even Crayola dreams
If we forget our dreams our colors will fade away
We'll be left with just 64 shades of gray.
Some look at this world with head deep in the sand
Choosing not to see the hardship all around
A dream their life's become.
Others see this world with their head in their hands
Choosing not to see the blessings all around
A nightmare is all they know.
This world is what it is, sorrow and joy persist
Dreaming won't change a thing, no matter how loud you sing
It'll take a change of hearts with everyone playing their part
All are involved you see, including you and me.
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