Times Are Hard For Dreamers (Prologue)

My parents tell me all the time That times are hard for dreamers And then I'm told that I'm not old enough to disagree But when I'm looking out my window I can see the world I'm dreaming All around me It's when I'm dreaming that my house becomes a giant snowglobe And when I shake it I'm a snowflake Floating down the street And as I'm falling to the ground The world is reaching out to catch me Though we've yet to really meet Rafael Poulain likes giving salutes In his army doctor uniform Always liked the idea of a daughter But not so sure now that I've got one Likes to swim but dislikes wet swimming suits Likes to clean and organize his tools He likes his daughter in theory But doesn't really like it when he Has to touch her