I don't know who but I heard them say, I spent my youth in a small cafe.
We were all running wild with a dream in our heads.
And somehow I never seemed to get over it.
Let me stay inside this work of life.
At least for a while.
For 20 odd years, I've been working this shift. I sit in the corner and let my mind drift. Thinking about those people I don't see no more. And how I'd love to watch them all walk through the door. Chairs on the tables and I'm still here. Mark another year.
I don't take advice from the people who are so concerned with their pace.
Just because I'm moving slowly doesn't mean I'm running in place.
I was half dead on a mountaintop and all I saw were stars.
People say they like the quiet a lot but I prefer the boulevard.
I want to hear the noise, I want to hear the sound. Even when it's too loud.
I don't mind. I'm alive.
I've done it again. Always fall in love with the wrong person.
I promise to be good I will not rock the boat.
I promise to be good I will not tell a soul.
But if we ever meet on the astral plane, only then I'll say your name.
I don't take advice from the people who laugh at the ways of the youth.
Just because you forgot something doesn't mean it wasn't true.
Some left it all behind. I guess I don't know their circumstance. But it never made much sense to me. The people make the sound so the sound is all of us.
I wanna see, I want to feel it all. I want to know about the people I don't know.