Shapes Of Dreams

I try so hard not to fail

My wheels unbalance on the tracks I get derailed

All those hearts and souls I hold

I’m way too young to feel this old

I see their faces when I try to go to sleep

I recognize their voices in the crowded streets

Shapes of dreams like silhouettes on the city skyline I see them play

At the end of the pier where the waves hit the bay

The seagulls cry but everything else is far away

All those hearts and souls I hold

I’m way too young to feel this old

I see their faces when I try to go to sleep

I recognize their voices in the crowded streets

Shapes of dreams like silhouettes by the city skyline I see them play