Air Review

If this is all there is, Don't wake me for the fight. I'd rather be alone, Asleep, not worry for a break tonight Don't be a ghost Don't worry for the lights The canopy of lies that keeps you from me When we were young, We could always dare to dream T

H - Air Review When we were kids we believed in everything there's only one thing left to believe in now that we're old and it's the one thing I can not ignore that you're always on my mind, that you're always on my mind, my mind And I can't help but

If I was born beneath a tree Would I be the man I's called to be? Caught in the net of pondering's tide I realize Would the poor be on my mind? Would the wretchedness I try to hide carry me away, would I be saved? The realize That I am America's son