Where's hope when half the time
You are dying to give up and give in to real life?
All the maps indicate it's time to go home
Or do we rally on until the end
Ignoring what our fathers said
We'll never grow old just like them
Do I stick to my dreams; the one I set for myself?
Though they're so far apart

Must have been something somebody said
I'm sorry that I am not sure
Kills me to think that this all could just end without closure
An entire book finished without its final chapters

Then there are times like tonight
Swinging in a basement with my best friends for
50 kids who give a shit about the songs I wrote
About not growing up and never giving in
Those summer songs
Dog days we spent living miles apart from the ones that we love
Let this fade into memory
Wash up ashore on the sands of my sleep