[Verse]
In a small town where the roads are dirt and dust,
Lived a man with a heart full of wanderlust,
He'd stare out at the fields, see beyond the farms,
Dreams of city lights and a life not marred.
[Verse 2]
Worked the land from dawn till dusk each day,
But his mind would wander far, to a better way,
He'd hum a tune of places he'd never seen,
Held tight to the hope of what life could mean.
[Chorus]
Dreaming man, he's found his land,
No more plow, no more sand,
City lights, dreams in hand,
Walks the streets of his own promised land.
[Verse 3]
Saved his pennies, left on a cool fall night,
Followed the stars, chasing dreams in flight,
Found a job, played his guitar at bars,
Singing stories of his home in a land afar.
[Bridge]
Years went by, the dream it stayed so clear,
He'd made a life, with love and cheer,
Now he stands on a stage, crowd in his hand,
That small-town dreamer, a contented man.
[Chorus]
Dreaming man, he's found his land,
No more plow, no more sand,
City lights, dreams in hand,
Walks the streets of his own promised land.