Running out of gas, I keep going fast.
I chase this dream just out of reach.
This road grows longer. Will I Last?
I chase this dream, a dream I’ll seize.
Come closer to shorten this distance
between where I’m at and what I chase.
Come closer to tell me where you went;
I want to know which direction to face.
You still matter more than you know,
but I can’t show you how much I care.
You still matter no matter where you go
and I couldn’t stop even if I dared.
I chase this dream, but it changes often
and it grows larger each mile I walk.
I chase this dream that seems to soften
every time I try to talk.
I chase this dream until my legs fail
because I must live the dream I dreamed.
I chase this dream as time sets sail
because this dream is closer than it seems.