Times Are Hard for Dreamers

They say times are hard for dreamers, But they won't be hard for me. I've saved up everything I know To take that step beyond the lawn, Keep walking 'till I see the station And then see it go. Inside the train, Out through the glass, My finger tracing, All of these towns, I've never heard of racing past... Off the train in Paris, Half a mile from Sacré-Cœur, The city's waking up for me. A sign says an apartment is vacant on the second floor And suddenly, I hold a key. I turn a lock, the rooms appear And all it takes is one more step And then I'm here! Just me, behind my door, It isn't what I have It's only what I have in store that matters now! The past can only fade And everything I'll ever need is here, This is how my world gets made. They say times are hard for dreamers, And who knows? Maybe they are. People seem stuck or lost at sea And I might be a dreamer but it has gotten me this far And that is far enough for me. Look out my window There's a view of other windows My own museum full of paintings, I look through! Where everything is clear It isn't where I am It's only where I go from here That matters now And I am not afraid! As everything I'll ever need appears, This is how my world gets made...