• Dreamers, they dream in a plain all their own
    Never to call the future's cellular phone
    Stuck in a realm where all that really matters
    Is the events of yesterday, the pitters and patters

    I once had a revelation, you all will see
    About what really matters, the you or the me
    Tick-tock times ticking one, two, three, and four
    Why waste another second, let's get up off the floor!

    Time's a fickle mistress, she doesn't like to wait
    I set myself down on a path that's simply so straight
    So what are ya gonna do to me now?
    She told me all that matters is the here and the now

    So, I've been standing in front of his ever closed door
    Wondering why I came up off the floor
    Pressing my fingers gently upon the brown. chipping wood
    He opened the door with a smile and their we stood

    Minutes into hours into days into weeks
    I never got enough of his warm, flushed cheeks
    He managed to say it with just enough lust
    And now I'm feeling we aren't gonna rust.

    Time's a fickle mistress, she doesn't like to wait
    She once had to ask me why this path was so straight
    I can tell her now I'm happy, there's no problems anew
    The here and the now? I've already gotten my clue

    With rings on our fingers, we're a family with child
    I've forgotten I had been a dreamer, the real is so wild
    Now we don't hesitate, we've grabbed Time's daunting shoulder
    Our child is growing up, while we get older and older.

    Liver spots, wrinkles, and our brains have started to fade
    And as our little man sprouted wings, we gave him time's aide
    He skipped the Dreamer's phase, and started right with his life
    We're glad to see, his realities became himself and a wife

    Time was a fickle mistress, she never liked to wait
    I told her that my completed path managed to stay straight
    We've had our happiness, our life, and our clue
    But now our time's up, I've got some dreaming to do.