Saturn Returns (feat. Adam Boone)

What's left What is left See, I used to sell myself a dream Pro sports, sailing boats all across the Atlantic streams Or being all around the country But lately I've been steaming rolling a routine Some say this may be the dream Being stable and able to pay for all my means Yet I feel stuck in the middle between A circus act and a gravestone heed Fitting in to play it smart, you know me But I'm a little bit scared, you see That my ambitions are a little extreme Yet I question, do I really believe See, our gifts of the spirit come wrapped in a golden crate Denying our greatness, that's a disgrace Might as well slap God in the face Time is carrying on and speeding up Our age is rising, yet I feel young enough Juggling all these thoughts is getting a little tough I want to honor myself and the ones that I love If you believe in me, then please speak up When all alone, I just want to give up But Saturn returns to wake us up To see ourselves for who we've become Giving us enough time to make it all up Dreams are future days for those who believe In themselves to make it real Are we really trying or simply sitting still Releasing the expectations of being a star To make it big, maybe forget who you are Can you really have it all Yes Balance the routine with your inner extremes Learn yourself and what it all means Be youthful and believe in your dreams Our future days are the manifestations of your daily routines