You start another day with checking time and all your morning post But do you still remember what your kid used to love the most Straggling tie is more than just a corporate dress code Lost in your papers you are shocked that you forgot to vote
You mind, your soul Are fighting endless battle and don’t you think you are in control No time for no dreams Forget about your life you can copy it in Xerox machine Waiting in line for a dozen new scars You can leave it behind and try to catch the falling stars
Do you miss the time when you could always stay awake and choose You could fly above the ground on your own little burning fuse Now you’re a twisted warrior with no purpose and all crooked It’s not in your cars or in your bills it’s in a way you look
Your soul has drowned And don’t you try to pick it from the box for lost and found No time for sunbeams The shining on the water is more than just what it seams Waiting in line for a dozen new scars You can leave it behind and try to catch the falling stars