Good Things

I mean I have no clue Sounds good to me I'm right where I should be Maybe I could have done great things Maybe I could have changed the world or seen a million faces I don't want to be just a poor boy Living week to week I know I'm just a dreamer Dreaming for today I don't want to dream To dream my life away The Days are growing longer the years keep flying  by I dream of the future While remembering a distant time I  visit old places because of the view Sourrounded by familiar faces Am I a stranger because Some how it always seems new Begging for acceptance Quietly shunning the praise I wonder what if anything Could ever stand in my way Maybe I Could have done great things