Seasons, my friend
Color me, so we can blend
Forbid me to go
I know so little about the wind when it blowsDreamer, dreamer
Im walking out of your dreamTake me off that parade
And place me somewhere
In your sense of a shades
Your night shuts my door
And I will not dream anymoreSee 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 soonDreamer, dreamer
Im walking out, while you go onDreamer, dreamerDreamer, dreamer
I'll be where I belongDreamer, dreamerDreamer, dreamer
Im walking out, while you go onDreamer, dreamer
But dreamers don't come alongDreamer, dreamer
I'll be where I belongDreamer, dreamer
Stop me if I'm wrongDreamer, dreamerDreamer, dreamerDreamer, dreamerDreamer, dreamerDreamer, dreamerDreamer, dreamer