As I marvel ar the clouds and the sky,
And I look at the beautyful oak leaf,
As I long for the stars shining high.
And I awnser, "oh nothing really,"
For what would they understand at all
In the beauty of the sea as it treambles,
And of the thunders power mighty call.
And in my imagination
I can roam the world free of cars,
I can race to the peaks of the mountains,
I can reach out and touch the stars.
But then my illusion is shattered
By a friend who thinks I'm insane,
And cannot see the beauty of simplicity,
Or the sun that's not ruled by the rain.