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