Easy?
They’re running faster than a late high speed train
Trying to cover up, find shelter from the rain
They know they’re doing this again, been here before
Now, they forgot just why and what they were running for
The storm is coming just as they’ve been told
Not unexpected, yet too hard to control
They take advantage of a prehistoric sense
They know the feeling when the atmosphere gets tense
They leave their weapons on the floor unloaded
And try to deal with tempers exploded
Want to connect the reptile state of mind
To that of grown up behavior, oh my
Who said it would be easy?
Good times are never guaranteed
Give time for reflections
And sometimes just leave it
They’re running faster, they’re almost losing breath
And as they’re struggling they’re slowly losing pace
As if somebody cried they make a halt
To look back, now is this worth the fall?
And suddenly their perfect imperfections
Become a matter of trust and trusted love
In stead of building the bridge as they walk over it
They see the ashes from all that they’ve burned down
Now is this really what they dreamed of?
Now is this really what they dreamed of?