All this time that i have spent on writing Could be better spent on living What do i have to show for this
a songbook of b sides baby a notebook that reminds
me of all those things ive done (hold out note) (and how theyve failed) but now i find out the feelings mutual (not!) I was hoping for a hit this time Reality was it and so now i press rewind (hold out note) (so Now im home) and now im back to square one
How could anyone ever think this was easy The passions we chase under night skies while you are dreaming
The road can be(the road can be) the worst place to make a living as soon as we (as soon as we can)breathe they they'll call us all deceiving
A life full of childish mistakes My mind filled with lies from a songbook of b sides baby A notebook that reminds
ive seen such sinners on this stage that dont deserve a single fan they ever gained what will it take for me to fly an open heart inside an open mind