They all say Dreamer
Come down from the clouds
They all say Dreamer
Be part of the crowd
I have braved the rain for hours
Catching lightning in a jar
Sometimes I can’t see in front of me
When I look beyond the stars
The Weatherman pontificates
Kings and Crows reciprocate
A distant storm, the Giant wakes
With magic from some mystic place
Too many silent nights and crowded days
Waiting suddenly to be something
Like a man born blind who now sees colors
Thunder sounds and lightning cometh