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
I will be where I belong
