Up in the morning to go running I never make it
I shut the blinds I close my eyes and sleep in late
When I wake with guilty feet and beating heart
I turn the page and begin from the start
When I die how will this world mark my grave
Here in lies his whole life he was a slave
His victories they never did amount to much
They’re with his wife in a shoebox gathering dust
And this is why it never feels like home
This constant need to achieve and be whole
I’m not a man who advocates for idle hands
But it seems as though we’re obsessed with our plans
We’re always rushing
We’re always in line
And we don’t know the reasons
I see the finish line we hope will bring us closer to the feeling that this is enough
I meditate everyday always striving
to read the paper, learn a language while I’m driving
So many roads and too many things to fit inside me as we go around
We’re always rushing
We’re always in line
And we don’t know the reasons
I see the finish line
And we don’t know the reasons
I see the finish line
Lyrics Submitted by Dani B.