Grey skies and cloudy eyes
All the world is sympathizing
All the world feels sorry
For the dreamer in your head

With white lies and alibis and
All the world is terrified yeah
All the world is worried
That the dreamer might be dead

If today knows no justice
Better off staying maladjusted

Sing to me a melody for the ones that will never win
Songs of dreamers, in between us, the ones that will never fit in
If today we don’t belong
Let us sing tomorrow’s song

Back before the war began
You and I were children then
We took our dreams and turned ‘em in
And traded them for guns

Everyday becomes a crisis
Left to our own devices
Traded in our dreams to fight these wars that can’t be won
If war is our only song
I refuse to sing along

Sing to me a melody for the ones that will never win
Songs of dreamers, in between us, the ones that will never fit in
If today we don’t belong
Let us sing tomorrow’s song