I seem to want those things I can see Even those which I can't grab hold of are real Established things are talentless Once in a while a chance hit, a wrong guess
Day after day I step on, sneer, and stain Once in a while my worn out face will show a smile
It's good if we go toward the dream I'll lead you to, and yet To the dream I drew, I'll join hands with you there It's good if we go toward the dream I'll lead you to, and yet With the dream I draw, I'm catching dreams
I won't let go of the things I caught, I seem to want them Even this which I can't grab hold of is real
Day after day I step on, sneer, and stain Once in a while my worn out face will show a smile
In the dream, if I hold you and you're concealed in my arms To the dream I drew, I'll join hands with you there In the dream, if I hold you and you're concealed in my arms With the dream I draw, I'll tell you of dreams
It's good if we go toward the dream I'll lead you to, and yet To the dream I drew, I'll join hands with you there It's good if we go toward the dream I'll lead you to, and yet With the dream I draw, I'm catching dreams