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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
The ramshackle diner stood
My after school spot 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
But 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 offer slices of blueberry pie
I learned to dream

She'd say “What good's 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 good's a hand if nobody needs holding?
When everything else falls away
If no one believes her‚ what good's a dreamer anyway? ”

Thank god for that place
It practically saved me
Those school kids just 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

Oh, what good's a dreamer without a believer?
We all just need someone to care
Oh, one who might listen and root for our wishes
Someone to simply be glad that we're there
What good's a hand if nobody needs holding?
When everything else falls away
If no one believes her‚ what good's a dreamer anyway?