Now and then I pace my place I can't retrace how I got here
I cheat and lie To check my fates It's slightly harder than last year
And all at once It gets hard to take It gets hard to fake what I won't be Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised And it's such a waste to grow up lonely
I still have dreams They're not the same They don't fly as high as they used to
I saw my friend He's in my head And he said, "you don't remember me do you?"
And all at once It gets hard to take It gets hard to fake what I won't be Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised And it's such a waste to grow up lonely
I still got time I still got faith I call on both of my brothers I got a mom I got a dad But they do not have each other
So line on up And take your place And show your face to the morning Cause one of these days You'll be born and raised And it takes you on without warning
Compositor: John Clayton Mayer (John Mayer) (PRS)Editor: Goodium MusicECAD verificado obra #17177529 em 04/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM