Stuck running circles convinced I was changing lanes Thought time was my companion then found out it held the reigns With every year that passes by I stand up and proclaim That this is all I'm becoming here's one more of the same A life anticipating what will and won't come next I forgot where I stood and placed my hands Into pockets deepening of memory's regrets And all those things I'd never understand So I sing…Whoa There's a bar on the corner a stool where I sit And drink the cheapest beer and talk with my friends Till our eyes get hazy smoke from cigarettes Fills rooms with the finest deceit There's a pan on the burner that we're swimming in The water is warming but we won't admit That pretty soon things might just get serious There'll be time later for our retreat We all know that it's not 212 'till we are 30 That's when we must fold all our maps And abandon those expectations and dreams fleeting But right now please raise up your glass And we sing…Whoa I must have missed the day when future turned present then past I thought I could drive down the road without moving my place on the map I'm still getting used to this distance I've traveled How long this timeline's tail has grown Each morning brings youth a little more unraveled But doesn't replace with adult Whoa We'll find a way Yeah, we'll be ok No it's not too late We'll sing these songs from our hearts and not let fear determine out fate