When do they grow complacent 
Stop chasing broadcast images 
They found their happy places 
While I beat the pavement 
I move like the moon on a starless night
Inching like I'll swim but I gotta stay dry 
Listening to non-believers 
Trying to wake but afraid of deceivers 
All the wise ones hiding some lies 
I'm too hush to say I might be right 
It's not a race but a risk point 
A drive with a dark dark shape on the side 
And I think we could love that way 

Every day we sit and wait 
Things fall into place
Do we uncover what we dreamed when we were younger 
If I wait for thunder 
Will I miss the rain falling 
Lost art and beautiful people 
The stories they made and the reasons they faded 

Found out the hard way that I always choose a dreamer
Holding on or holding out 
Move on and don't turn back 
How little we change afraid of what they'll say at a send off 
Was that all you could take 
Maybe next time
Another day lost 
Did I have a shot 
Or start a little too late
Or do we love that way