Woke up this morning
Feel the sunrise on your skin
Look at all of us
Dreaming
Taking off
Like they’re shots
Lined against the wall
And maybe we don’t give in
Maybe we make it after all
There’s a man over there
With a guitar in his hand
He said he never made it
But he played with a lot
Of big bands
And there’s a girl
From the city
She didn’t stay in
She said she liked being in the 40 under 40
And giving something back
So many of us
Are down on our own blade
Hanging from our own noose
Like we’ve been manufacturing
Our own guillotine
The dreams we have as children
The paint under our nails
The perspective that we can’t shake
It’s ok
Go after it
drink it in
Like shots against the wall
Take it in
And give it back
Like only you can
