| You were a small white ball rolling on the grass | |
| Well, we were young and we didn‘t care | |
| Why don‘t you sit down and take a rest | |
| `Cause you look tired of turning in search of release | |
| The world is with you, oh yes, with you | |
| We‘re just someone you can count on | |
| `Cause we are dreamers in a dreamer‘s land! | |
| A dozen kids with no cares | |
| We had to run through the day, and then laugh through the night | |
| While you went to hole number nine | |
| ...a tear drop on our skin. | |
| There was a deep crack in being. | |
| But you still held your club, | |
| and a few dozen friends for that pain | |
| We had to smile through the day... | |
| As I see your mind in overflow, | |
| I carry you right through the door | |
| The strength that you show from your heart, | |
| is reflected in your eyes | |
| And I see... | |
| We had to smile through the day, | |
| and cry through the night | |
| We stand strait and keep hoping | |
| I know somewhere we realized... | |
| `Cause we were fighting | |
| I‘m sure you made the big part of it | |
| You reached green number eighteen, | |
| we were on tee number three | |
| And we were dreamers | |
| I see us playing so careless in the classroom beside | |
| And we were hundreds | |
| When we were forced to realize | |
| While we were drowning in rashness | |
| You were on fairway nineteen... |
| You were a small white ball rolling on the grass | |
| Well, we were young and we didn' t care | |
| Why don' t you sit down and take a rest | |
| Cause you look tired of turning in search of release | |
| The world is with you, oh yes, with you | |
| We' re just someone you can count on | |
| Cause we are dreamers in a dreamer' s land! | |
| A dozen kids with no cares | |
| We had to run through the day, and then laugh through the night | |
| While you went to hole number nine | |
| ... a tear drop on our skin. | |
| There was a deep crack in being. | |
| But you still held your club, | |
| and a few dozen friends for that pain | |
| We had to smile through the day... | |
| As I see your mind in overflow, | |
| I carry you right through the door | |
| The strength that you show from your heart, | |
| is reflected in your eyes | |
| And I see... | |
| We had to smile through the day, | |
| and cry through the night | |
| We stand strait and keep hoping | |
| I know somewhere we realized... | |
| Cause we were fighting | |
| I' m sure you made the big part of it | |
| You reached green number eighteen, | |
| we were on tee number three | |
| And we were dreamers | |
| I see us playing so careless in the classroom beside | |
| And we were hundreds | |
| When we were forced to realize | |
| While we were drowning in rashness | |
| You were on fairway nineteen... |
| You were a small white ball rolling on the grass | |
| Well, we were young and we didn' t care | |
| Why don' t you sit down and take a rest | |
| Cause you look tired of turning in search of release | |
| The world is with you, oh yes, with you | |
| We' re just someone you can count on | |
| Cause we are dreamers in a dreamer' s land! | |
| A dozen kids with no cares | |
| We had to run through the day, and then laugh through the night | |
| While you went to hole number nine | |
| ... a tear drop on our skin. | |
| There was a deep crack in being. | |
| But you still held your club, | |
| and a few dozen friends for that pain | |
| We had to smile through the day... | |
| As I see your mind in overflow, | |
| I carry you right through the door | |
| The strength that you show from your heart, | |
| is reflected in your eyes | |
| And I see... | |
| We had to smile through the day, | |
| and cry through the night | |
| We stand strait and keep hoping | |
| I know somewhere we realized... | |
| Cause we were fighting | |
| I' m sure you made the big part of it | |
| You reached green number eighteen, | |
| we were on tee number three | |
| And we were dreamers | |
| I see us playing so careless in the classroom beside | |
| And we were hundreds | |
| When we were forced to realize | |
| While we were drowning in rashness | |
| You were on fairway nineteen... |