Some people are dreamers, they live for the future
As if it would work out, just as they dreamed it
Others get caught in, yesterday's papers
Too busy reading, to get on with living
Sometimes it's easy to make up excuses
On the flimsiest pretext and then call them reasons
Like I'm way too busy, I can't be involved now
And then there's the standby about understanding
But they're - wrong somehow
I'll climb more than a mountain
Just give me a reason and I'll come running
When I have reasons, I know the way
I'm pointing my feet in the right direction
Some people are dreamers, they live for the future
As if it would work out, just as they dreamed it