Times Are Hard for Dreamers

They say times are hard for dreamers
 But they won't be hard for me
 I've saved up everything I know
 To take that step beyond the lawn
 Keep walking till I see the station
 And then see it go
 Inside the train, out through the glass
 My finger tracing
 All of these towns I've never heard of racing past
 Off the train in Paris, half a mile from Sacré-Cœur
 The city's waking up for me
 A sign says an apartment's vacant on the second floor
 And suddenly I hold a key
 I turn a lock, the rooms appear
 And all it takes is one more step, and then I'm here
 Just me behind my door!
 It isn't what I have, it's only what I have in store
 That matters now, the past can only fade
 And everything I'll ever need is here
 This is how my world gets made
 They say times are hard for dreamers
 And who knows, maybe they are
 People seem stuck, or lost at sea!
 And I might be a dreamer
 But it's gotten me this far
 And that is far enough for me
 Look out my window there's a view, of other windows
 My own museum full of paintings I look through
 Where everything is clear
 It isn't where I am, it's only where I'll go from here
 That matters now, and I am not afraid
 As everything I'll ever need appears
 This is how my world gets made