Can't See the Wood
For All of the Trees
Can't Hear the Wind
For the Breeze That Whispers
Voice in Your Head
You Like What It Said
So What Can You Do
But Listen to It?

What Kind of Fool
Lays All That's Precious to Waste?
What Kind of Fool
Leaves All Their Treasure to Rust
In the Rain? They'll Need It Again
When the Sky Clears
What Kind of Fool Won't Discover the Jewel
'til the Dust Clears?
Fools Like Us

Fools Who Want More
Than They've Treasured Before
Wanting the Dawn
of the Brightest Morning
Reach For the Stars
'cause They're Sweeter By Far
Than the Moon 'though She's Brighter
and Closer to You