dare to look into the eyes of a dreamer once you do the world changes pink palm trees and blue suns old convertibles and black and white films a song drenched with nostalgia burning your ears and making you want all of the time you wasted back but once you look into the eyes of a dreamer you realize that youth is never really wasted on the young because the only worry in the world was making your curfew and making the most out of a Friday night minds that were as infinite as the ocean on a breezy summer day barefoot feet as free as the sun above the waves all that lied ahead was the endless possibilities that the excitement of a night with the right people could bring once you look into the eyes of a dreamer you realize only the young know how to dream