The uttica stare

Stuck running circles convinced I was changing lanes
Thought time was my companion then found out it held the reigns
With every year that passes by I stand up and proclaim
That this is all I'm becoming here's one more of the same
A life anticipating what will and won't come next
I forgot where I stood and placed my hands
Into pockets deepening of memory's regrets
And all those things I'd never understand

So I sing…Whoa

There's a bar on the corner a stool where I sit
And drink the cheapest beer and talk with my friends
Till our eyes get hazy smoke from cigarettes
Fills rooms with the finest deceit

There's a pan on the burner that we're swimming in
The water is warming but we won't admit
That pretty soon things might just get serious
There'll be time later for our retreat

We all know that it's not 212 'till we are 30
That's when we must fold all our maps
And abandon those expectations and dreams fleeting
But right now please raise up your glass

And we sing…Whoa

I must have missed the day when future turned present then past
I thought I could drive down the road without moving my place on the map
I'm still getting used to this distance I've traveled
How long this timeline's tail has grown
Each morning brings youth a little more unraveled
But doesn't replace with adult

Whoa

We'll find a way
Yeah, we'll be ok
No it's not too late
We'll sing these songs from our hearts and not let fear determine out fate