Sitting in a building so full of people
I feel like I’m the only one
Broken keys and different graffiti
Unfamiliar faces
Same old stories
Ears ringing
Listening to the ones on stage
I wonder what if
I fallowed their footsteps
How different my life would be
If I did more than write lyrics
Perhaps I’d be on a flight to Boston
I had a dream and I didn’t chase it
Now I hear they might make it
But then I remember
All the reasons why I ran
To a stranger I knew so well
When I felt I had nobody and nothing else
At the ends of my days I had a place
A bar that was a breath of fresh air
As the glasses caught my tears
I returned year after year
Until it all just disappeared
I wonder where my life will go from here