Old Mr. Breezemeister, sending that breeze down the coastline
He's so fine
Old Mr. Breezemeister, blowing that breeze against the sunshine
I don't mind
In the end I'm just part of the landscape
In the end I'm just part of the landscape
Old Mr. Breezemeister, blowing his breeze into my mind
And your mind
Old Mr. Breezemeister, he's as old as time
Time
Time goes by and dominates your life
And you can't get it back
But maybe you don't need that
I look to Mr. Breezemeister when I get these fears up in my mind
At bedtime
I can see him there, even when I'm in my bed with closed eyes
I say, "goodnight"
In the end I'm just part of the landscape
In the end I'm just part of the landscape
In the end I know I'm just part of the landscape
In the end, you and I are one and the same
In the end, you and I are one and the same
In the end I know I'm just part of the landscape
Goodnight
Goodnight
Mr. Breezemeister
Mr. Breezemeister
Goodnight
Goodnight
Go to sleep
Have a dream...