Anxious and worrying,
so you spend your whole life hurrying,
for something better
than what you knew before
and always knowing you are you
and you are gonna even up the score,
is that what you're always fighting for?
And it's a long way back to a place once called home
you left behind and it's a long night out with nothing
much to say,
and it's the things you hold in sight
that you dreamed less of each night
until you guess it never mattered anyway.
And we've all got hearts and they keep beating
and they keep telling,
telling us what we should say
and it's hard to listen anyway
but these days we are in tune
to the way we love the afternoon as it
it fades slowly to a restful night.
Everything is magic until it becomes routine,
in your bedroom, on the road or in the corners of your
dreams,
and I sure hope we aren't just spinning our wheels.
Whatever happens, I think you should know
I'm just glad it feels like anything at all.
So don't push me down, I don't go down easy.
And don't pick me up just to see me be the boy you
knew.
It's just the distance between we
and who we wish that we could be don't seem so far,
I guess, as it did so long ago.
