Times Are Hard for Dreamers - Carrie Hope Fletcher

They say times are hard for dreamers

But they won’t be 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, out 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