When i come in my dream to a house i've never seen before,
I have a tendency to look for the exit door.
'cause i never know it may be that house again,
I never know, i never know.

When i come in my mind to a stream that's running gently,
I have a tendency to run like a frightened deer.
'cause i never know it may take me to that ocean again,
I never know, i never know.

I usually stay away from being carried away,
But one day i saw a silver horse.
I though he might take me to that somewhere high,
I thought he might take me to that deep blue sky.

I came to realize that the horse had no wings.
"no wings, well, it wasn't so bad, you know."

I learnt to travel the world around
And run on the ground in the morning.
And that's the story of a wandering soul,
A story of a dreamer.