Suit of Armor

At night I have these dreams of windmills waving at me
In sight I can't appease all the people I admire
You say the only words you knew would ever please me
We fall upon the swords we never could put down

I want to be like Don Quixote
I want to live the books that I have read
Believing in all of the things that you told me
Knowing what's lost will be in my head

I need my Dulcinea to come and stand beside me
Repeating past mistakes in hopes they'll turn out right
A fleeting sense of fate and a fading sense of pleasure
Falling down too late to ever stand again

I want to be like Don Quixote
I want to live the books that I have read
Believing in all of the things that you told me
Knowing what's lost will be in my head

At times the only thing that leads a man to safety
Defines his feelings as the same as yours and mine
The line between the end and beginning of a failure
Will fade into the bend over the hill beyond our sight

I want to be like Don Quixote
I want to live the books that I have read
Believing in all of the things that you told me
Knowing what's lost will be in my head

Delusion fills the need of those that cope with losing
Falling the lead of ones that time forgot
A suit of armor made of what I've got around me
Nothing left to trade, I've got all I need

I'll never be like Don Quixote
I'll never face all the things that I have said
Knowing that all of the things that you sold me
Were stolen from someone that I'd never read