I think I was asleep

With a drink in my hand

But the world didn't slow down for me

Is this all there is

Wake up just to pass

Another day wondering if this is all I'm meant to do

It can't be

It can't be

And I feel like I'm treading water to get by and now I'm sick of it

Now I'm sick of it

Riding the waves like they aren't mine to manipulate

To change up and grab what I keep wishing was already mine

And I know that I gotta convince to myself that I have enough time

So darling go now

You've got an open road

To paint those brilliant pictures of gold