Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do,

Before their time on this planet is through.

Some just don't have anything planned, 

They hide their hopes and theirs heads in the sand

Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right

But if by chance you are here for the night

Then all I need is an hour or two 

To tell the tale of a dreamer like you.



We all dream alot - some are lucky, some are not

But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real 

You are what you feel



But all that I say can be told another way

In the story of a boy whose dream came true

And he could be you.