Lyrics by Brett Kull We, we move ahead so slowly But we, we've got no strings attached And we, we move around the cliche They say our ears are locked and latched There are no lines to stay within If you've got an honest imagination To color more than the given To see the life in the grain To feel all of the texture To make it come alive "We are the music makers And we are the dreamers of dreams" "A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men" We, we tie ourselves in big knots But we, we learn to take them out And we, we fight with drunken conviction We play to win without a doubt Where are the movers and shakers? And where are the men of a thousand dreams?