Song Description

Singer wakes up to the reality of life as it is rather than life as he dreamed it would be, and feels pressures from both life and regret.

Lyrics

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Running from the present makes a past that makes me cry
Living for tomorrow makes each day another reason why
I?m asking, searching, pleading for relief
from these old thoughts that I find
living in my mind without permission
The weeds that somehow grew up to be mine
in the garden of my dreams

Not now?maybe later ? I?d really like to, but?
I?ve got a deadline, a promise, a hoped-for-future payoff
that, on balance, I believe, this moment of moments
just has to wait until I?m finished
Tomorrow, or next week if I?m lucky, things will calm back down to normal
I?ll catch my breath as it goes flying by and while I hold it
I?ll tell you that I love you and you can ask me why
I?m such a fool to think I?ll find it out there somewhere

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Red flag ? and another ? a little tightness in the back
like a guntip that I?ve planted there pushing me to move
against my will or better judgment
silencing the voice that wants to scream without restriction
the silver-throated cry of the victims of injustice
or the people told to stuff their very core into a bottle
and plug it in submission to a more accepted way
of filling time
here in the mainstream ? the jetstream ? the laser beam that?s focused on
the more but not the better, the what but not the why
the when as long as it?s not here and now

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