I was there with my feet nailed down
and my head moving the speed of sound
in a dream I was caught in a maze
and I couldn't find my way back home
some were born to move mountains around and some to rot away in jail
I got an itch, and when I am scratchin'
everything can go to hell
and how far is halfway there?
I didn't see you on the trail
I've almost become good enough
should the good life be so hard won?
is this what our dreams have become?

sometimes when you shoot an arrow it can fly across the sky so proud
I would go all the way to the sun if I didn't have to come back down
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you got a car and somewhere to sleep?
someone to love you, something to eat?
I would say you're doin' better than most
but maybe not as good as some
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