Matt Patrick Walsh - Moping on a Moped Lyrics

I can never orchestrate escape plans
I can only scrutinize the climb
Never underestimate the brilliance
Never overestimate the time
That you've got
On the earth
Cross the street
If you're gonna jeopardize your passion
Then you're living for someone else's sake
You might as well live out in the forest
Or else you're drowning in the lake
We're both here
We've got dirt
On our feet
Everybody's trying to keep a balance
Between reality and dreams
But when we're standing side by side I hope
That you make a choice and let us pick our teams
I can think of twenty ways to get there
You can probably brainstorm twenty more
I can carry all of the equipment
If you can run up and get the door
Load it up
Check the sound
Count by fours
Four, eight, twelve and sixteen...twenty
Twenty-four, twenty-eight, and thirty two
Suddenly, I'm missing all my teachers
Suddenly, I changed my point of view
Add it up
Throw it all
In the queue
Everybody's trying to keep it formal
But everybody's dancing in their dreams
But when we're standing side by side, I hope
That you make a choice and let us pick our teams