This sort of thing
This sort of dream
This is what I’d want for
If saying no to my dreams
Wasn’t the easiest way.

All of these
Most of those
And even sometimes
When I’m not pretending
That where I want to be is anywhere but here

Translate me
And make sense
Of the rubbish I say
Make my heart
And my direction
Clear for where you want me

This sort of thing
This sort of dream
Could it be what is meant for me?

Give me your dream Lord
Even when I don’t believe that
Your dream can come true
For me.