He had a dream ever since he was a kid
Now he is grown, no longer a child
Everybody looks at him and say
“He is crazy” but it made him smile
Nobody knows, the secret garden where he belongs
Thrashing down the grass and draw.
stand the antenna to send the message
Stiil his mind is out in space
He did'nt care what the people say
He had a freedom here only he could stay
Even today, he is still inventing
A free world where he can dream all day
Waiting for the man from the moon
Still he is in the circles and lines
