The lover thinks that love is everywhere
But ask him and he'll say he doesn't bleed
He'll take you in a moment that you thought was prearranged
And leave you in the hour of your need

Ooooohhhh
The dreamer thinks that everything's a dream
Ooooohhhh
The dreamer thinks that everything's a dream
Alright

The hammer only sees a bunch of nails
For hammers of the world to take a swing at
He thinks the wooden handle only serves to build up speed
But the truth - no, he could never handle that

Ooooohhhh
The dreamer thinks that everything's a dream
Ooooohhhh
The dreamer thinks that everything's a dream
Ooooohhhh Alright
Ooooohhhh Yeah

The singer thinks that everything's a song
She's prayin that she'll have the nerve to sing it
She'll stop cuz she's afraid to get it wrong
She�s waiting for that day she's gonna bring it

But ooooohhhh
The dreamer thinks that everything's a dream
Ooooohhhh
The dreamer thinks that everything's a dream
Alright

A painter thinks that everything's a frame
A certain narrow field in which to color
He can't abide the canvass being absolutely blank
To him it's just a mystery to uncover
CHORUS OUT