What If I Can't - Gatherers

Where’s hope when half the time

You are dying to give up and give in to real life?

All the maps indicate it’s time to go home

Or do we rally on until the end

Ignoring what our fathers said

We’ll never grow old just like them

Do I stick to my dreams;

the one I set for myself?

Though they’re so far apart

Must have been something somebody said

I’m sorry that I am not sure

Kills me to think that this all could just end without closure

An entire book finished without its final chapters

Then there are times like tonight;

Swinging in a basement with my best friends for

50 kids who give a shit about the songs I wrote

About not growing up and never giving in

Those summer songs

Dog days we spent living miles apart from the ones that we love

Let this fade into memory;

Wash up ashore on the sands of my sleep