Jim was a dreamer
Lost and alone
He just wanted change this blind world
With a guitar and his voice

Jim was country boy
Just hearing the city on the radio
In the night, he puts some coins in his pocket
He enters the wagon
Without tickets for the train

Spends two days playing blues
Hungry but hopeful
Now the city lights appear on the horizon
But he didn't expect something so gray

The pollution of the city
Closes the sky
And steal his voice
Steal his shine

Dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer!

Jim discovered
That people never stop
He just wants to show his music
But the city is louder than his voice

The pollution of the city
Closes the sky
And steal his voice
Steal his shine

Dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer, dreamer
Dreamer!

Try again (never give up the fight)