That Tired Dream

Do you remember that time you told me your greatest fear?

Or the time you wondered how you’d gotten here?

Well you must know that time makes fools of us all

So what is there to fear in the fall?

Let’s make a dash for it

Who cares if we floor it

When there’s no one around to hear your tires scream?

You’re inches from that tired dream,

Now who do you need to assure it?

I know I ask a lot of you, because I thought you’d want me to

I’m trying to release you from the thrall

But while I’m gathering all I need from the weather,

Will you be alive at all?

Let’s make a dash for it

Who cares if we floor it

When there’s no one around to hear your tires scream?

You’re inches from that tired dream,

Now who do you need to assure it?

Because your body is a clenched fist

White knuckle, double nickel

As the years streak past you to your left

Failure in your rearview

Getting bigger every time you pump the brakes

But what is it really that mirrors do?

Let’s make a dash for it

Who cares if we floor it

When there’s no one around to hear your tires scream?

You’re inches from that tired dream,

Now who do you need to assure it?