Everything’s moving far to fast
for me to grab hold of anything tangible
my dreams are far from dead
so I won’t settle for anything practical

They call me foolish
for the hours I continue to keep
but nothing beats morning air
After a long night of no sleep

It may be crazy, I know
to still think that dreams come true
but maybe it’s only the crazy ones
that are ever destined to make it through

I’ll find my way on day
and it’ll be the one for which I was born
well the rest will be still lost
living day to day lethargic and forlorn