If I was a salesman
In a new town each year
I'd write you a postcard
Wishing that you were here
And I'll be a writer
And write on my own
But twenty years later
What the hell do I know?
I could be a doctor
With lives on the line
But let down was never
A skill that I prized
Now that my best friend is across the ocean again
I'm moving too fast to pretend
And I'm too tired to stand, does that make me a man?
No I'll stick to singing
And write a sad song
For every new lover
That comes along
And one day a father
I'll learn to love someone else
More than another
Much more than myself
Now every part of me, is saying to give her room to breath
Except that my heart has no beat, though its moving my feet
And I'm at running speed
Well each and every blessing comes with, knowing what could be lost
I'll try not to worry, but its nothing that time and the sun cannot solve
Every night I've been dreaming still I can't recall a single one
And that makes me nervous, cause if I'm not awake I've been sleeping too long