Lyrics for the dreamers that know the feelings of being misinformed by the misinformed. |
Let's go for a ride Alongside the beach and trees to a place that lies behind stop signs and guilty pleas, one ways and wrong ways, A maze Of drug-infested alley-ways Schools and "sober-stays," STREETS, Lighted at the end-of-day Only to start the PLAY And THEY are playing tonight, The performers shine; Amongst liquor-stores and pizza-signs. Let's go back in time! When thoughts had no reason or rhyme We were kids Longing to shine Amongst dogfights and rockpipes With bags in our hoods To smoke blunts in the moonlight Drinking in the woods With deadbeats and lost types, The city was ours. It was God-like. Then years turned to clouds Like planes over trees We became too proud To be the Inmate, The Guard, The Keys That locked private dreams Behind eylids We bowed our heads to see The Mess The Lust The Lies The Dust The Sex The Stress; Staring down the barrel Of an empty bottle... Liquor and pills Is it pain or pride? That hides us from the truth inside We hold tight to that disguise That separates us from our tribe. It's rebellious zeal Too romantic and real To feel angry together. But it passed And we realized; Nothing lasts forever. The thing with dreams, When they're free Real friends are seen And that person you kept secret YOU ARE! Face it; Hear See Smell Touch and Taste it! This life is for Much more Than getting Wasted. |