A variance to see me smile The evidence is painted by my eyes The times belie the other side The worry lines imply No stake put in the words It's better to be seen than to be heard I find the line beside being trite has been a bit obscured Now and again I feel itch for taking flight A scratch and I'm off chasing the sun The fear is enough to hold me above the fear inside A second chance to see me dance My way across a second-story lie With the end in sight, a burning light on all the shit I'll buy Foremost of my flaws To worry on effect despite the cause It's not about the where, but getting there that warrants my applause Whatever to win is seemingly the mantra of our times But, ours is not a race meant to be won With our head in the clouds I'll chasing my dreams a while