Without a Believer

When I was a boy
Hardly more than ten years old
My family moved to a small town
And I was destroyed leaving all my friends behind
And if I’d had a choice, we’d’ve stayed put
It’s only now I can see
Sometimes a little change can be good
At the end of the block
The ramshackle diner stood
My after school stop just to pass time
Where I met a girl nearly three times my age
But still, she painted my world with her kind words
And soft curves
Just a schoolboy crush
But you remind me of her
She saw something in me
I was lonely and misunderstood
She’d ask me to write down my wildest schemes
And over slices of blueberry pie
I learned to dream
She’d say «What good’s a dreamer without a believer?
We all just need someone to care
One who might listen and root for our wishes
Someone to simply be glad that we’re there
What good’s a hand if nobody needs holdin'?
When everything else falls away
If no one believes her‚ what good’s a dreamer anyway?|
Thank god for that place
It practically saved me
Those school kids sure didn’t take kind to this stranger
And I was eccentric, all grand plans and inventions
That I would’ve just thrown away
By listening, she let me have something to say
What good’s a dreamer without a believer?
We all just need someone to care
One who might listen and root for our wishes
Someone to simply be glad that we’re there
What good’s a hand if nobody needs holdin'?
When everything else falls away
If no one believes her‚ what good’s a dreamer anyway?