Can't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers
 Voice in your head... you like what it said
 So what can you do but listen to it?

 What kind of fool
 Lays all that's precious to waste?
 What kind of fool
 Leaves all their treasure to rust in the rain?
 They'll need it again when the sky clears
 What kind of fool
 Won't discover the jewel
 'Til the dust clears ?
 Fools like us...

 Fools who want more than they've treasured befor e
 Wanting the dawn of the brightest morning
 Reach for the stars 'cause they're sweeter by far
 Than the moon 'though she's brighter
 And closer to you