My whole life’s been filled with songs and dreams When I was a child I had a time machine Little did I know it would go too fast Little did I know it could see the future but not the past
Leave it all behind, come what may Always thought I’d be comin’ home someday Little did I know that life is hard Here I am, now, starin’ out a window at my old back yard
Is there any comfort to be derived? In knowing that most of our lives Can never be the same We can never go back home And those that can are lucky, I guess To somehow escape from this mess Me, I can only do it in dreams and songs
Tryna fill a hole while running a race Leaves an even bigger empty space But a moving target is harder to kill Never was one for taking it easy or standing still
Nowadays I find myself again Throwing stones and caution to the wind Nothing’s really changed but the scenery And staring into my child’s eyes I realize what it all means to me
Is there any comfort to be derived? In knowing that most of our lives Can never be the same We can never go back home And those that can are lucky, I guess To somehow escape from this mess Me, I can only do it in dreams and songs
Is there any comfort to be derived? In knowing that most of our lives Can never be the same We can never go back home And those that can are lucky, I guess To somehow escape from this mess Me, I can only do it in dreams and songs