Born in tough times if you weren't in the game
Neighbours act rough if you're remotely strange
Turned inside to find some sort of joy
Wound up alright for this lonely boy
I'm the daydreamer
With open eyes I ignore their sighs and think of what could be
I move only when uncomfortable and lie in ways that suit me
I walk around and never frown and drink my weight in tea
I blow bubbles at my teachers, as they get mad at me
I'm the daydreamer
I'm the daydreamer
I can't remember how it works, I don't know how it's done
But in my head that's no concern 'cos I'm always having fun