youth

 

Somewhere on these highway lanes I think I’ve lost my mind

I’ve been dreaming, dreaming of a better day riding the edge of a knife 

 

To feel misplaced in this world, to be loud but not heard, it can really drive you insane

To fall in love with a girl, becoming numb from the hurt, constantly running to a faint

 

The truth is my youth is running through my fingers like sand

And I can’t stop it from falling off the edge  

 

Are we wasting our time? Are we growing into our lives?

Are these highway lanes too broad for our sometimes narrowed minds?

There is hope and there is truth and lately neither one has been working for you

Just another week of meeting your waterloo

 

It’s been a weird time lately, don’t you think that maybe it’s time for us to escape 

The dust of yesteryear is clogging our gears, darling, nothing can ever stay the same

 

The truth is our youth is running through our fingers like sand

And we can’t stop it from falling off the edge

We’re not an island, merely a boat inside this raging, raging storm

We’re not an island, merely a boat inside this raging, raging storm

 

If our youth was the time of our life, then

Why did we waste half of it sitting in our bedrooms, crying?

If our youth was the time of our life, then

Why did we waste half of it sitting in our bedrooms, crying?

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