1,2,3 2,2,3 When I was a boy, hardly more than 10 years old My family moved to a small town And I was destroyed, leaving all my friends behind And if I had the choice, we'd've stayed put It's only now I can see sometimes a little change can be good At the end of the block, a ramshackle diner stood My after school stop, just to pass time Where I met a girl, nearly three times my age but still She painted my world with her kind words and soft curves Just a schoolboy crush You remind me of her She saw something in me I was lonely and misunderstood She'd ask me to write down my wildest schemes And over slices of blueberry pie, I learned to dream She'd say What goods a dreamer without a believer? We all just need someone to care One who might listen and root for our wishes Someone to simply be glad that we're there What goods a hand if nobody needs holding? When everything else falls away If no one believes her, what goods a dreamer anyway? Thank God for that place, it practically saved me Those school kids sure didn't take kind to this stranger And I was eccentric, all grand plans and inventions That I would've just thrown away By listening she let me have something to say What goods a dreamer without a believer? We all just need someone to care One who might listen and root for our wishes Someone to simply be glad that we're there What goods a hand if nobody needs holding? When everything else falls away If no one believes her, what goods a dreamer anyway?