Trucks rush by on the Pennsylvania turnpike
I know there was something I used to want, used to like
This emotional struggle is such a hike
As each day turns so quickly into night
Hard to keep hope, to keep up the fight
Childhood fantasies of fame no longer in my sight
To fulfill my soul
This is what I need
And Utopian hopes
Will forever be a tease
To fulfill my soul, this is what I need
Deeper issues, words serve as tissues
Facing the fact of what I felt all my life
The fact that my soul can never be light
Lightened or appeased, by all those things that seem to please
Now knowing, the entire emotional spectrum
Will always bring me to my knees
To fulfill my soul
This is what I need
And Utopian hopes
Will forever be a tease
To fulfill my soul, this is what I need
To fulfill my soul
This is what I need
And Utopian hopes
Will forever be a tease
To fulfill my soul, yeah, this is what I need
To fulfill my soul
This is what I need