He's a dreamer, he's a poet When your eyes meet you will know it Just like gazing through the windows of his soul.
He's got visions, he's got rainbows He's got places where his mind goes And he's never coming back to where he's been.
He's there with you in the nighttime, But his thoughts are for tomorrow, And he's marking off his moments in lifetimes, not in years.
So don't try to keep him with you, For the mountains echo softly, Sing of peace and sing of freedom that he'll find.
For if one can't live among men, He'll be better off without them. In a world where one can always be alone.
So in solitude you'll find him, Watching sunsets fade behind him, And he's never coming back to where he's been. No he's never coming back to where he's been.