I thought it over, in a quite room
What about it, what about the dream
Of the future, looking much better
Wonder what is on the other side
When we get there, if we do make it
Better than it's been before...
Think about it, would we be the same
Working at it, will we fall again
For the same lines and the same reasons
Would we let them take us for a ride
By the next time and the time after
Won't be any time at all
No there won't be any time at all...
'cause all we really wanna do is
what we really wanna do and do it all the day
But we never ever think about it,
life goes on and on, gets in the way
Everybody does the same old thingAnd goes ahead and does it anyway...
Write a letter to a magazine
Talk about it, talk about the dream
Of the future, looking much better
Wonder what is on the other side
By the next time and the time after
Won't be any time at all
No there won't be any time at all...
'cause all we really wanna do is
what we really wanna do and do it all the day
But we never ever think about it,
life goes on and on, gets in the way
All we really wanna do is
What we wanna do and do it all the day
But we never ever think about it,
life goes on and on, gets in the way...
