There's a half written novel in a teacher's desk
A half a painting hiding in the back of every basement
Our life's work
And we'll never complete them
Not if we don't find the will
Because I've been searching
Not sure if I have the same
The same resolve that I had to push forward
Just finish the things that we started
At all costs
Make a go of it
Stop wishing it's a life built, not dreamed
There's a half a mountain of half ideas
Half a man
So drop the anchor and hold onto your aspirations
And we'll never complete them
Not if we don't find the will
Because I've been looking
Not sure if I have the same
The same resolve that I had to push forward
Just finish the things that we started
At all costs
Make a go of it
Stop wishing it's a life built, not dreamed
Surely this false footing is to blame
For every half finished work of art
Our own making
