We Are the Music Makers and We Are the Dreamers of Dream

Well the nights are getting longer
Think it's time to get my head out of sand
And all I wanted was a home now
And I was shown a promised land
Hey, hey

It was a slow and stubborn get away
Thought I'd at least get a little shake
And maybe I could have been the one
And if I was I got a little taste
Hey, hey
And if I was I got a little taste

Well the nights are getting longer
Think it's time to get my head out of sand
And all I wanted was a home now
And I was shown a promised land

And all I wanted was a home now
And I was shown a promised land
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey