On Paper
I read a story about a man
Who vanished over the Atlantic in a single engine jet
It made me wonder about his life
And if he did the things he wanted, if he had any regrets
It made me think about my own
And if I'm living out the vision that I had when I was young
Or did I let it get away?
Busy waiting for tomorrow 'stead of chasing down the sun
Waiting for tomorrow 'stead of chasing down the sun
If I could move out of my head
Learn to live inside the moment and forget about the rest
Then I could love the way I want
Never worry about the weather just the pounding in my chest
And I could say the things I mean
I could reason with my demons, maybe even strike a deal
And be ok with what I am
I know it looks so good on paper but that's never how it feels
Looks so good on paper but that's never how it feels
Nobody knows what's gonna happen
Nobody knows how long they've got
I'm taking everything for granted
I wonder if I'll ever stop
Nobody knows what's gonna happen
Nobody knows just what you've got
I only know the days are passing
A little faster than I thought