They say times are hard for dreamers
But they won't be hard for me
I've saved up everything I know
To take that step beyond the lawn
Keep walking till I see the station
And then see it go
Inside the train, out through the glass
My finger tracing
All of these towns I've never heard of racing past
Off the train in Paris, half a mile from Sacré-Cœur
The city's waking up for me
A sign says an apartment's vacant on the second floor
And suddenly I hold a key
I turn a lock, the rooms appear
And all it takes is one more step, and then I'm here
Just me behind my door!
It isn't what I have, it's only what I have in store
That matters now, the past can only fade
And everything I'll ever need is here
This is how my world gets made
They say times are hard for dreamers
And who knows, maybe they are
People seem stuck, or lost at sea!
And I might be a dreamer
But it's gotten me this far
And that is far enough for me
Look out my window there's a view, of other windows
My own museum full of paintings I look through
Where everything is clear
It isn't where I am, it's only where I'll go from here
That matters now, and I am not afraid
As everything I'll ever need appears
This is how my world gets made
