How long will I circle the drain
Before I realize what I want is something I can't attain
Is anyone listening?
Has the sparkle in my eye burned out
Is it covered by the shade of my doubt
Or muted by the absence of voices of the clubs I'm playing in
Will I be okay to let the photograph fade in the back of my closet
Will I look back with a nostalgic
grin or the pain of regret in my stomach
Cause maybe I've been wasting time
And maybe all along you were right
But at least I know where I want to be
Even though I'm only left with a glimpse of it
How long before the dream just dies
Before I realize
The timing was just never right
And nobody's listening
How many empty clubs until I've had enough?
This is a life I chose and know, but not sure if I want anymore
It's getting clearer now
Swallowed up by all my doubt
This is a young man's game
You grow old and let go
