Thinkers and dreamers far ahead of me

What do you think about when you stare at the sky? Thinking about tomorrows or of the days gone by? Maybe you hear angels greeting those who have gone, While I feel the teardrops of those kept here too long. Are your dreams still of youth, full of bright futures to come? And will you not grow old before those dreams be done? You might find the beyond, that far and exotic place, While I'll wake in the morn with no footprints left to trace. You'll reach sunshine through rain, know the good times over bad; You'll hold dear every name of each friend you've ever had. Then you'll never look back at the forgotten unknown As I walk the midnight streets, so far behind and alone.