Welcome to a tomorrow
that keeps slippin' further from your
tired finger tips.
How many times can you reach
for the stars
and burn yourself on the
intensity
of your miscalculations?
How many stars
are there to reach for anyway?
If we're trying just to die
then why've been
dying just to try?
Tomorrow's that inescapable
and unattainable
maze we thread our memories through,
but maybe if we dance hard enough
sing loud enough
smile bright enough
yell just enough
the stars will crash down around us
and bring with them the tomorrows
lit up by their light.
