Racing Toward The New

Just forget what you cannot replace

The sweet day is almost weightless in here

So I talk, but no one can relate

To the fear I had when I was younger

Somehow I knew I'd end up empty and alone.



We all accept in the same tired way

The gentle shift of continuous change

We confuse all the things that we say, to ourselves

The things we say to each other, always a lie

But at least we find some comfort for awhile.



So we'll start where the others left off

Get in our cars and embrace something new

To escape, we will always get caught

In the fear that what you had before was better

And you will become sick with the dream of knowing that

You will be old.