Lyrics

You were going to be someone
Somebody
You were set to rule the game
Seeking fortune seeking fame
But seems you're not the chosen one
Nobody
Has ever called you out by name

So pack it up and move to Candyland
Where restless dreams are not allowed
Aging logic holds the upper hand
Take your place now with the crowd

Maybe you could be
A ballerina
Or an artist so you thought
You claimed your soul could not be bought
Now in your suit and sipping Orangina
You lost the war you never fought

So pack it up and move to Candyland
Where restless dreams are not allowed
Aging logic holds the upper hand
So take your place now with the crowd

Salad days are over
Compromised you rush ahead
Pay the bills game over
You lost your drive
Emotions dive
Are you alive
Or dead

Now you're living rich
And through another
You see in him
Who could have been
Dreaming for two is not a sin
Inside you bitch
You're just like all the others
You start to smell the rot within

So pack it up and move and move to Candyand
Where restless dreams are not allowed
Aging logic holds the upper hand
Take your place now with the crowd
Take your place now with the crowd
Take your place now with the crowd