He wakes up at seven, stares at the heavens and sighs as he puts on his tie
The very next day he heard me complaining about how it's pointless to try
His temper rose as his face became red
And he looked at me and said:
I think you really know what'll make your spirit glow, but you don't ever let it show
Why are you afraid of
Doing what you really love?
What's it gonna take?
He said he feels rotten like he's been forgotten much like a book on a shelf
The ideas I've had that I didn't nurture have come back to haunt me today
His temper rose as his face became red
And he looked at me and said:
I think you really know what'll make your spirit glow, but you don't ever let it show
Why are you afraid of
Doing what you really love?
Like a young seed germinating
His message takes root
I feign as if I'm hard of hearing but his old words strike true
I think you really know what'll make your spirit glow, but you don't ever let it show
Why are you afraid of
Doing what you really love?
Why are you afraid of doing what you really love?