Pine Valley

Some think that daydreams Will likely disappear Voices always warning me That the end is always near Some sing for fun Others sing out of fear If your ship is sinking Does it matter how you steer? In a last attempt to get out of here With all of this screaming It's hard to think straight And all of this thinking Is keeping me up late What some call a death sentence Others call a career But I hope my stormy skies Don't ever clear Cause they will be my ticket out of here…