my whole life s been filled with songs and dreams when i was a child i had a time machine little did i know it would go too fast little did i know it could see the future but not the past leave it all behind come what may always thought i d be comin home someday little did i know that life is hard here i am now starin out a window in my own backyard is there any comfort to be derived in knowin that most of our lives can never be the same can never go back home and those that count out lucky i guess can somehow escape from this mess me i can only do it in dreams and songs tryna fill a hole while runnin a race leave some even bigger empty space but a movin target is harder to kill never was one for takin the easy i m standin still nowadays i m by myself again throwin stones and caution to the wind nothing s really changed but the scenery starin into my child s eyes i realize what it all means to me is there any comfort to be derived in knowin that most of our lives can never be the same can never go back home and those that count out lucky i guess can somehow escape from this mess me i can only do it in dreams and songs is there any comfort to be derived in knowin that most of our lives can never be the same can never go back home and those that count out lucky i guess can somehow escape from this mess me i can only do it in dreams and songs dreams and songs