There was a time and place
Not far from here and now
Maybe a brighter day
Maybe they had it made somehow
Living for there and then
Under a psychadelic spell
No one was listening
Still they had so much to tell

Whatever happened to the dreamers
They always look beyond the sky
Saw a world they could believe in
But only when they close their eyes

There were the politcians
Men of the cloth, painters and poets
Starting a revolution
Without even knowing it
Making the world around us
Making heaven and [bad word] Saying so much about us
Still they had so much to tell

Whatever happened to the dreamers
They always looked beyond the sky
Saw a world they could believe in
But only when they close their eyes

Where are they now
They've all left town
Bringing the clouds

Whatever happened to the dreamers
They always look beyond the sky
Saw a world they could believe in
But only when they close their eyes
But only when they close their eyes

Why are we on our own, why are we on our own

Nothing's ever been this way before
dream is just a dream and nothing more
Nothing's ever been this way before
dream is just a dream and nothing more