Without a Believer - Sara Bareilles

When I was a boy

Hardly more than ten years old

My family moved to a small town

And I was destroyed leaving all my friends behind

And if I’d had a choice, we’d’ve stayed put

It’s only now I can see

Sometimes a little change can be good

At the end of the block

The ramshackle diner stood

My after school stop just to pass time

Where I met a girl nearly three times my age

But still, she painted my world with her kind words

And soft curves

Just a schoolboy crush

But you remind me of her

She saw something in me

I was lonely and misunderstood

She’d ask me to write down my wildest schemes

And over slices of blueberry pie

I learned to dream

She’d say «What good’s a dreamer without a believer?

We all just need someone to care

One who might listen and root for our wishes

Someone to simply be glad that we’re there

What good’s a hand if nobody needs holdin'?

When everything else falls away

If no one believes her‚ what good’s a dreamer anyway?|

Thank god for that place

It practically saved me

Those school kids sure didn’t take kind to this stranger

And I was eccentric, all grand plans and inventions

That I would’ve just thrown away

By listening, she let me have something to say

What good’s a dreamer without a believer?

We all just need someone to care

One who might listen and root for our wishes

Someone to simply be glad that we’re there

What good’s a hand if nobody needs holdin'?

When everything else falls away

If no one believes her‚ what good’s a dreamer anyway?