She was driving away through Mass Avenue
With a smoke in her hands and a box full of shoes
Dying to see if that dream would pour out of her pocket
When we met we had no clue our souls were so clean
And at times we could see that our hands they would bleed
We didn't care cause we knew we were building up our dreams
But is there someone so sitting in the sun
And someone so sitting in the sun
Oh time is ticking
And we're still looking for someone
They're still sitting in the sun
We had dust covered rooms and half-haunted rooms
We used beetles as bibles and buckwheat

We used vitals and old in the air
Would make us feel like life was underweary
But now our walk seems deeper
They still call us the dreamers
We're still waiting for that day
That they'll call us the winners
But hey stages sing
And you lose when you win
But is there someone so sitting in the sun
And someone so sitting in the sun

Oh time is ticking
And we're still looking for someone
They're still sitting in the sun
Life's a mystery of its own
And some may come and go
Let it be another day, a month or a year
Blashing by as time is ticking
Yes I know they'll find us dreaming through
But now our walk seems deeper
They still call us the dreamers
We're still waiting for that day
That they'll call us the winners
Now our walk seems deeper
They still call us the dreamers
We're still waiting for that day
That they'll call us the winners
Now our walk seems deeper
They still call us the dreamers
We're still waiting for that day

That day that will call us the winners
In the sun, yeah
In the sun, yeah
Dreamers in the sun
Dreamers in the sun