There are peddlers and disbelievers

In this fountain

There are silver dollars and penniless creatures

Chorus: It's your gravity and your hot air balloons

That keep you real and dare to dream with you

That when they pull you too far

You must learn to forgive and ask your heart

Will I lose a friend

Striving to contend?

Will I destroy this trust

When I want the best for us?

Should I hold your hand

No matter what you plan?

For every hour you need

I will follow if you lead

In this home

There is family and just familiar faces

In this pilgrimage

We disavow our brothers and confide in strangers

Chorus

Would you have believed

That the earth was flat or round?

Would you have bet you lived before

Or is this your first time around?

Do you believe we're here to learn?

Do you dream in black or white

Or are you coloring your lost and found

To make it bright?

Chorus