A song I wrote to show how much I believe in my best friend |
I know what its like When you wake up to find Your life has become One of those songs Where everybody knows the chorus But nobody knows the verse And you greet the new morning With yesterdays headaches in tow Your face has become The wasteland of a life Of someone you used to know A friend from so long ago You feel battered and beat up and weak You would dance if you could only find your feet Dreams in a box tucked under the bed Untill you fight the holy war in your head Somewhere Between whats right and whats wrong A band keeps on marching And they're playing your song You may feel weary But please never feel old Never stop moving 'till you run out of road Dont be afraid to just fall Dont think I ever wont answer your call There's a storm raging somewhere Slightly out of view Its waiting for lightning Its waiting for you Are you talking through glass Do you feel that nobody hears They nod politely Smile when they should They think they're listening If only they could You feel battered and beat up and weak You would dance if you could only find your feet Dreams in a box tucked under the bed Untill you fight the holy war in your head Somewhere Between whats right and whats wrong A band keeps on marching And they're playing your song You may feel weary But please never feel old Never stop moving 'till you run out of road Dont be afraid to just fall Dont think I ever wont answer your call There's a storm raging somewhere Slightly out of view Its waiting for lightning Its waiting for you |