My friends and I, we’re dreamers.
We value ideals more than dollars,
sunsets more than gold.
We stay up late around the fire,
talking about aliens,
talking about God,
talking about revolution.
Talking isn’t the point, of course.
It’s just how we tune in.
When the moment is ripe,
when the moon is full and bright,
and the embers are glowing just so,
We become the wind and starlight.
People say we’re crazy.
“It’s impossible!” they say.
But the crazy thing is,
that people don’t do this all the time.
The crazy thing is,
that anyone would ever waste a night like this
in front of the TV.