Something more

Sitting here watching my life
flying past
it was like yesterday that i was young and free to do anything
now look at me i am almost all grown

with each passing day i am counting down the ones left at home

i cant deside weather to stay
or to leave
but either way
i can always go home

but there has to be something more
more than this
i could work my life away
buy why should i

some belive in destane but others belive in fate
but i believe that happyness is somehing we create

there still has to be more
more than this

but for now i will celebrate
with a cup of red win
and a smile
while i wait
for what is the ever more