You start another day with checking time and all your morning post
But do you still remember what your kid used to love the most
Straggling tie is more than just a corporate dress code
Lost in your papers you are shocked that you forgot to vote
You mind, your soul
Are fighting endless battle and don’t you think you are in control
No time for no dreams
Forget about your life you can copy it in Xerox machine
Waiting in line for a dozen new scars
You can leave it behind and try to catch the falling stars
Do you miss the time when you could always stay awake and choose
You could fly above the ground on your own little burning fuse
Now you’re a twisted warrior with no purpose and all crooked
It’s not in your cars or in your bills it’s in a way you look
Your soul has drowned
And don’t you try to pick it from the box for lost and found
No time for sunbeams
The shining on the water is more than just what it seams
Waiting in line for a dozen new scars
You can leave it behind and try to catch the falling stars
