The Boy Behind The Curtain

The boy behind the curtain Thinks he can't be seen Doesn't fool anyone Hides away as he dreams Playing those children's games Doesn't talk to anyone Avoiding eye contact And he's missing the fun And he dreams And he dreams of somewhere special Someplace in his mind Where he can leave the world behind The boy behind the curtain Grows into a man But still not accepting That his head is, in the sand Work is his playground And politics rules But still he is learning Learning that kids can be cruel And he dreams Yeah he dreams of somewhere special Someplace in his mind Where he can leave his world behind The boy behind the curtain Got out of his bed Made a long journey Through the streets in his head Seizing his moment He had to ask why Faced up to his demon Looked it straight in the eye Now he dreams Yeah he dreams of somewhere special Someplace in his mind Where he don't have to close the blinds Now he dreams Yeah he dreams of somewhere special Someplace in his mind Where he can leave that fear behind (And he dreams)