When the bulbs burn out, and all is free,
and the night is huddled at my feet,
I'm still chasing dreams relentlessly,
even after all these years.

I don't need to pretend that I own my life.

Wisdom never plagued my younger days;
I'm finding out that it's hard to turn around.
So, ask about my plans, my childish ways,
and the boy who never did get out.

I don't need to pretend that I own my life.
I don't need to pretend that I know what's right