Times are Hard for Dreamers (Pop Version)

They say times are hard for dreamers
But they are not hard for me
I've saved up everything I know
To take that step beyond the lawn
Keep walking till I see the station
And then see it go

Inside the train, up through the glass
My finger tracing
All of these towns I've never heard of racing past

Off the train in Paris, half a mile from Sacré-Cœur
The city's waking up for me!
A sign says an apartment's vacant on the second floor!
And suddenly I hold a key

I turn a lock, the rooms appear
And all it takes is one more step
and then I'm here!
Just me behind my door!
It isn't what I have
it's only what I have in store
That matters now, the past can only fade!
And everything I'll ever need is here
This is how my world gets made

They say times are hard for dreamers
And who knows, maybe they are
People seem stuck, or lost at sea!
And I might be a dreamer
But it's gotten me this far
And that is far enough for me

Look out my window there's a view, of other windows
My own museum full of paintings I look through!
Where everything is clear!
It isn't where I am
it's only where I'll go from here
That matters now
And I am not afraid!
As everything I'll ever need appears
This is how my world gets made