American flag wraps round the pole
   And the little red man is taking control
   The man with the puppet
   Starts to juggle your dreams
   And the world that you live
   May not be what it seems
   Hold onto sorrow, it constantly lies
   And the things that I thought always kept me in stride
   Smoke cigarettes till the light came to see
   Read the fine print on the wrong guaruntee
   Little Red Man
   You're kind of young
   Now its time to retreat
   You're the right people, the wrong ones for me
   Some turn to apples and lemons of spice
   Wings of tomorrow will swallow your pride
   I'm just a dreamer, swimming in my mind
   I'm just a dreamer in my mind
   I'm just a dreamer, laughing into mine
   I'm just a dreamer in my mind
   Drinking the sunlight
   The salt from the sea
   You're the wrong people, the right ones for me
   Circular motions and things that are found
   Wings of tomorrow you won't hear a sound