Dreams are wasted on our youth
Dreams are wasted on our youth
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make believe becomes make do-do-do
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do)
Fast asleep beneath the roof
I don't have to face the truth
Lightheaded and starry-eyed
Somewhere else deep inside
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
(Do do do do do do-do-do)
(Do do do do do do-do-do)
(Do do do do do do-do-do)
(Do do do do do do-do)
Gravity keeps me around
Serious matters on the ground
Lighthearted and bright-eyed
I picture myself in my mind
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do-do-do
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
(Do-do-do)
Maybe I'm living (Living)
(Living, living, living)
A lie (Lie, lie)
Maybe I'm justified
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
Two hundred, forty thousand miles from my room
Ideas are weightless, and my imagination's spacious
Dreams are wasted on our youth
When make-believe becomes make do-do-do
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
I'm blowing bubbles on the moon
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Two hundred, forty
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Thousand miles from my room
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Ideas are weightless
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
And my imagination's spacious
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Dreams are wasted on our youth
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
When make-believe becomes make
(Do-do-do do do do do do)
Do-do-do
(Do-do-do)