Part Time Believer

We've run out of reasons Losing sight of what it's supposed to be A part time believer to truth Somehow conceded This sense of self evasive solitude It means way too much to me And I hope you know how lucky you are Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work So I could show him all the chords that I've learned See I was under the impression I was gonna lead Some kind of simple understated life But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory And I hope so, man I hope so, oh oh oh It's been way too long It seems that I can celebrate my meaning For I am too young, too warm The fib while it leans It pulls and it pushes me Till I wither, till I wither, till I wither And I hope you know how lucky you are Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work So I could show him all the chords that I've learned See I was under the impression I was gonna lead Some kind of simple understated life But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory And I hope so, man I hope so, oh oh oh No, you dare You run like a lion to defend your senses Even though it seems it cuts to the core It's not the same my friend no more Oh no, oh See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work