American flag wraps round the pole

And the little red man is taking control

The man with the puppet

Starts to juggle your dreams

And the world that you live

May not be what it seems

Hold onto sorrow, it constantly lies

And the things that I thought always kept me in stride

Smoke cigarettes till the light came to see

Read the fine print on the wrong guaruntee

Little red man

Youre kind of young

Now its time to retreat

Youre the right people, the wrong ones for me

Some turn to apples and lemons of spice

Wings of tomorrow will swallow your pride

Im just a dreamer, swimming in my mind

Im just a dreamer in my mind

Im just a dreamer, laughing into mine

Im just a dreamer in my mind

Drinking the sunlight

The salt from the sea

Youre the wrong people, the right ones for me

Circular motions and things that are found

Wings of tomorrow you wont hear a sound