Come, all you no hopers, you jokers and rogues we're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows Come, all you no hopers, you jokers and rogues.
Leave all your furrows in the fields where they lie Your factories and offices; kiss them all goodbye Have a little faith in the dream maker in the sky There's glory in believing him and it's all in the beholder's eye.
Turn off your engines and slow down your wheels Suddenly your master plan loses its appeal Everybody knows that this reality's not real So raise a glass to all things past and celebrate how good it feels.
Awash on the sea of our own vanity We should rejoice in our individuality Though it's gale force, let's steer a course for sanity