I can't separate reality from fact Or read people any better that a sign on my own back Trust is damaged, confidence is cracked And has been long enough for everyone to mention it Remember when we thought Anyone could be what they wanted to be? When did my own advice stop making sense to me? As if it ever did But what about every awkward kid That I said the same to? Now what do they do?
Measuring up is getting me down So I've got to stop If this is the wish that I've been granted How can I ask for more?
The advice I have to give Is neither encouraging or constructive So what's the point in that? What's the point in that? I can hear the kids two booths away Stir their coffee cups and say "When I turn 21..." We're all so wrapped up in what's to come In what's to come In what's to come
Yeah, it's hard When all I ever wanted was to make a difference (What's to come) Oh so hard When all I ever wanted was to make a difference
Measuring up is getting me down So I've got to stop If this is the wish that I've been granted How can I ask for more? Measuring up is getting me down So I've got to stop If this is the wish that I've been granted How can I ask for more?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
