I didn't realize I traveled a thousand miles
Just to have fate repeat itself
I may have a different Style
But I didn't come to be as a shelf

Maybe I'm in my own hell
Maybe someone will hear my prayers
and ring a little bell
I always dreamed of blazing my own trail

But I ended up burning bridges instead
And sometimes I imagine myself all alone
In a small little stead
Cooking a little tenderloin

But dreams are dreams
And only that
"You're a fool to follow your dreams"
Now welcome to the rat race