I thought to myself what could that mean
Am I going crazy or is this just a dream
Now, wait a minute
I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere
so it's all in my head
Moon beams we can dream on, at the setting of the sun
And the stars we can wish upon, when the working man is done
Sunsets we could cry over, have our trouble's on the run
But more than these miracles above, good people, we need love