without a believer

one two three

two two three

when i was a boy

hardly more than 10 years old

my family moved to a small town

and i was destroyed leaving all my friends behind

and if i had the choice' we'd've stayed put

it's only now i can see

sometimes a little change can be good

at the end of the block

the ramshackle diner stood

my after school stop just to pass time

where i met a girl nearly three times my age

but still she painted my world with her kind words

and soft curves

just a schoolboy crush

but you remind me of her

she saw something in me

i was lonely and misunderstood

she'd ask me to write down my wildest schemes

and over slices of blueberry pie

i learned to dream

she'd say what good's a dreamer without a believer?