Part Time Believer

We've run out of reason

Losing sight of what it's supposed to be

A part time believer, till truth

We've somehow conceded

This sense of self-evasive solitude

It means way too much to me

And, I hope you know how lucky you are

Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony

I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones

See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work

So I could show him all the chords that I'd learned

See I was under the impression I was gonna lead

Some kind of simple understated life

But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory

And I hope so

Man I hope so, oh-oh-oh

It's been way too long

It seems that I can't celebrate my meaning

For I am too young, too mourn

If it won't release

It pulls and it pushes me

'Til I wither, 'til I wither, 'til I wither

And I hope you know how lucky you are

Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony

I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones

See, I was waiting for my dad to come home from work

So I could show him all the chords that I'd learned

See, I was under the impression I was gonna lead

Some kind of simple understated life

But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory

And I hope so

Man I hope so, oh-oh-oh

And oh, you dare

You run like a lion

To defend your senses

And, oh, it seems it cuts to the core

It's not the same, my friend, no more

Oh no, oh

Whoa, oh oh oh-oh oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh

Whoa, oh oh oh-oh oh

Whoa, oh oh oh-oh oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh

Whoa, oh oh oh-oh oh

See, I was waiting for my dad to come home from work...