Trees that grow against brick walls
Reach for freedom
They reach for sunlight
And stretch for certainty in their lives
And the slated sky
Grey with indecision, and it wants to shine
It wants to cry, but it doesn't know the difference
It doesn't know the difference
It doesn't know the difference
And neither do I
'Cause in a world like this
Dreamers are born everyday
And in a world like this
These dreamers get in my way
And the heat, well it shakes
Shakes out the chill
That the wind sends up it's back
During the dry season
Everything is still with a fear
Of never coming out
Never following through
Never ever finishing what we wanted to do
And in a world like this
Dreamers are born everyday
In a world like this
These dreamers get in my way
And the slated sky
Liters grey with indecision
It wants to shine
And it wants to cry
But it doesn't know the difference
It doesn't know the difference
Yea, well
Well, neither do I