17 and just a boy
Starting out my needlepoint.
Barely formed a point of view
Let alone a path to hold on to.
But I can feel it as the wind blows,
I can feel it in the shadows.
I can feel it as the wind blows, calling me!
23 and caught between
Zealous work or playing the libertine.
Backed myself to roll the dice
Out of lust or love or poor advice.
But I can feel it as the wind blows,
I can feel it in the shadows.
I can feel it as the wind blows, calling me!
Is this the life you wanna lead? Still reaching.
Blame it on high fidelity.
Is it ok to always be still reaching?
Blame it on high fidelity.
At 28 I contemplate
All the plans I laid and failed to make.
Chasing tails, receding trust
And this endless heist of yearning luck.
But I can feel it as the wind blows,
I can feel it in the shadows.
I can feel it as the wind blows, calling me!
Is this the life you wanna lead? Still reaching
Blame it on high fidelity.
Is it ok to always be still reaching?
Blame it on high fidelity.
I guess I'm ok
I guess I'm afraid
I know, I know it could've been so much easier
But it's all too little, too late, too much
Is this the life you wanna lead? Still reaching
Blame it on high fidelity.
Is it ok to always be still reaching?
Blame it on high fidelity.
