Just an ordinary morning in an ordinary life.
Concrete city walls, sometimes you feel so small - unsatisfied,
categorized, just a letter in a book,
common fiction in other peoples eyes.
Daytime rush in the subway,
reminds once again
that life is running faster than a runaway train.
All these daily routines feed the need to break free.
Where are your demands on what your own life means?
Sometimes you feel so small - I know it's hard not to.
You wanna see it all - it's waiting there for you.
Daytime rush in the subway reminds you once again,
you're a blindfolded driver in the wrong lane.
Close your eyes, dream away.
Under ground the tide is grey.
Say goodbye to the tracks, ride the real waves,
true dreams are here to stay.
Ride the real waves, ride the real waves...
Dreams are here to stay. You're a blindfolded driver in the wrong lane.
