I miss the extraordinary open wide-eyed sight of a child.
Youthful pulsing strumming beating, wondering, wild.
Did I live my life in pieces? Did I leave them all behind?
And I can’t help but wish now, we should all live our lives….in reverse
I was running my mind, going down the line.
I was wasting my time, and I took off flying.
I was running from time, gonna make it all mine.
So I got in my car and I was….driving.
Freedom days of innocence. Grass stains and dirty knees. Sundown ends the day of play. Long nights of untroubled sleep. No watch to wear, no time to keep. Just cartoon Saturdays. Right out of bed with a tousled head out into the summer haze…again.
I was running my mind, going down the line.
I was wasting my time, and I took off flying.
I was running from time, gonna make it all mine.
So I got in my car and I was….driving.
Now it’s mundane daily waking hours with deadlines and lost sleep. Banished slumber. Alarm clock blares. What was left of those dreams? How did we find ourselves here? Cheating time stole away. I sort through my jumbled mind for thoughts of escape…again.
I was running my mind, going down the line.
I was wasting my time, and I took off flying.
I was running from time, gonna make it all mine.
So I got in my car and I was….driving.
We always said we’d hold on to these times,
Like we clung to the endless sequence of starry summer nights. Now I’ve built a dam of memories to hold off the rushing tide. Built each day upon the last and made each moment mine.
Now I live this makeshift dream I’ve saved. I swept these walls away. With taped up bits of reverie I’ve made a clean escape. I have lived my life in pieces. And now I realize. You see I’ve found the answer: We can all live our lives…in reverse.
I was running my mind, going down the line.
I was wasting my time, and I took off flying.
I was running from time, gonna make it all mine.
So I got in my car and I was….driving.
I was driving. I was driving.