| My thoughts carry on away from the path
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| I’m falling asleep
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| This isn’t enough to keep me hanging down below
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| If I got out beyond the lull and surfaced moving my feet
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| Oh! |
| where I could be
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| And leave the dreamers down below
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| Hey now, hey now
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| I don’t want what’s ordinary, ordinary’s only good enough
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| I’m bound to feel enough to leave the rest behind
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| Pressed against how time is only getting lost
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| And leaves us blinded in the dust
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| Faults to share upon we’re truly scared
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| Are suggestions worth depending on?
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| Optimistic thoughts are getting lofted loud and wishing talking all at once
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| But I’m infected with a want for higher place
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| Its got me tied up in knots
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| Don’t want what’s ordinary, ordinary’s only good enough
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| The more I wait the more I find that I have never asked enough
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| But it seems to fade before we’re telling how it feels
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| Woah -aoh -aoh -oh
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| My thoughts they’re telling me I’m pushing them down, down, down
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| What if I could go ascend steadily over time?
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| No. I’m far too impatient
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| One side I’m idealistic and the other side I’ve been wild with hope
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| And holding out for perfection
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| What’s a chance got if I bury the odds?
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| What’s wide open if I stay inside?
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| At least dreaming is building
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| Don’t want what’s ordinary, don’t know what’s only good enough
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| The more I wait the more I’ve wasted, wasted
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| Don’t want what’s ordinary, but I’ve been waiting long enough
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| It’s time that I find how I’ve wasted, wasted away |