Oh dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Oh dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
Oh what a beautiful morning…oh what a beautiful day…i’ve got beautiful feeling, everythings going my way
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?
When you realize you just can’t have it all
You’ve got to get up every morning
With a smile in your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes you will
That you’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful as you feel
listen
You’re everything I hope for,
You’re everything I need–
You are so beautiful to me.
Beautiful dreamer
Dream Weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
I like dreamin’ cause dreamin’ can make you mine.
I like dreamin’, closing my eyes and feeling fine.
When the lights go down, I’m holding you so tight.
Got you in my arms and it’s paradise 'til the morning light.
And now our bodies are, oh, so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we’re glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C’mon, hold on tight
C’mon, hold on tight
Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
This must be just like livin’ in paradise
And I don’t want to go home
In me the tiger,sniff the rose
So many times it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It’s the eye of the tiger
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools I can cheat you blind
MPSIMS: All Gary Wright, all the time. 
Dream Weaver was one of the very first 45s that I ever bought.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
But what a fool believes he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
Wise men say
It looks like rain today.
It crackled on the speakers,
And trickled down the sleepy subway trains.
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence
For the words of the profits
Were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds, of salesmen, of salesmen, of salesmen
Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning
The prophet he said
For soon the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand