ballad
folkrock
softrock
sadrock
oldfoes
softandslow
surpriseending
bigending
startsmall
Lyrics
I can’t weep anymore
For childlike wonder
Or my past
And my past life's innocence
And I can't keep waiting
For things far beyond me
I'm so stretched out from searching
But I'm starving for what I need
Oh I heard you lie
That to live is to die
But you don’t know because you don’t grow
But you can if you’d like
Placing wings on the soul
While you're still growing old
Take a minute and breathe
There's still something to reach
Unclenching your fist
Because the thing you resist
Turns out was your whole damned life
Maybe make believe is paint on a life turned gray
And turning old is a lie holding you in place
Well I weep for minds that wander
There’s no map back down to Earth
Can someone call my head, because it seems my eyes have blurred
Life got caught on cruise control
Can you set me back to speed
You can look but you won’t really see
The fight inside of me
And maybe make believe is just the price for the brighter day
And maybe turning old is fine if it can’t hold you in place
And it’s just a matter of time
Watch me as I unwind
Held together like a crumpled paper ball
Another stanza of the ever-playing song
And maybe make believe is paint on a life turned gray
And turning old is a lie holding you in place