It Was 48 In 1973

Waiting, For someone that's never there Looking Thru imaginary air Hoping But nobody really cares Talking To friends who never dared To pay your fare. . Dreaming But your dreams have seemed to morph into nightmares . Little man, how big are your dreams? Big man, your so much smaller than you think. The eleventh hour is raining down on you it seems And at the end of the day, we all get paid the same. . Your picture's on a milk carton that no one's drinking from. Your brain is full of sound bites Eight seconds long They were walking far beneath you or so you thought . Wake up So you can tell yourself to go back to sleep Drinking tap water from Detroit Telling everyone Just what you think, you are You don't dare disappoint By telling them the truth About the laissez faire That you've created upon the broken man's back You've redacted his truth By telling him your facts Yet you're alone Convincing them to kick down the door Of the dreamer's home For thinking thoughts you never authorized You punish men for looking in your eyes For you know amidst that nothingness nothing can hide the lies . So I say . Let the dreamers dream Let the little children laugh and sing Let men reach for the promises Of the Kingdom's King Let truth resound and let their freedom ring Let dancers dance let poets rhyme and let the singers sing And maybe then someday again We all will learn to breathe and we'll be free Oh little man just how big are your dreams?