Madmen and Dreamers

Don't know why I bother
trying to keep the pace.
There are other things I'm meant to do --
wasn't born to run this race.
People shake their heads and tell me,
“Boy, it's time that you grew up!
There's no room in the world for madmen and dreamers.
When will you give up?”

Is there room enough for me?
Oh God, why won't you listen?
Do you know what it's like to be
a prisoner in your own life?
I don't fit in at all.
It's not my fault, it's how you made me.
A simple prayer, Lord:
give me wings, please let me fly.

I lie awake while you're sleeping,
the stain of tears upon my face.
To this cynical world I'm grounded --
the chains of reason lock me in place.
It's the taste of unknown passion:
hoping for a day and time
when there's room in the world for madmen and dreamers,
so I can live my life.
So I can live my life…

Is there room enough for me?
Oh God, why won't you listen?
Do you know what it's like to be
a prisoner in your own life?
I don't fit in at all.
It's not my fault, it's how you made me.
A simple prayer, Lord:
give me wings, please let me fly.
Let me fly,
let me fly!