Well the other day a friend of mine, turned to me as he drank his wine and he told me how he'd lost his mind, long ago.
He told tales of hypocrisy, those content with mediocrity, their hopes and dreams were lost you see, many years ago.
Now I don't, know much, about living for tomorrow. I don't know how I could leave today behind.
Still I wish that I could see a way, to say the things I need to say, I'd know the path and never stray. I'd just know my way back home.
Now if you can't be true, to what is inside of you, I don't know how you'll make it through. If you can't believe, that you'll dreams won't ever leave, then there's nothing here for you.
Still I wish that I could see a way, to say the things I need to say, I'd know the path and never stray. I'd just know my way back home.
He told tales of hypocrisy, those content with mediocrity, their hopes and dreams were lost you see, many years ago.
Now I don't, know much, about living for tomorrow. I don't know how I could leave today behind.
Still I wish that I could see a way, to say the things I need to say, I'd know the path and never stray. I'd just know my way back home.
Now if you can't be true, to what is inside of you, I don't know how you'll make it through. If you can't believe, that you'll dreams won't ever leave, then there's nothing here for you.
Still I wish that I could see a way, to say the things I need to say, I'd know the path and never stray. I'd just know my way back home.