False Start

I could spend all my life agreeing with it all Chasing ghosts and stories since I learned to crawl A homeless man on the corner winked his eye He said, we’re more afraid to live than we are to die Got me thinking to myself Was I, searching for pearls in empty shells Now I'm runnin Yeah I'm running toward the explosion Of a growing storm We'll all end up in the catacombs Like the roman days of old When I look back on my life I wanna feel like I gave it all the proper time Deep dives make for hard goodbyes When you finally reach the surface it’s all too bright It’s the feeling you get looking in a mirror You see all the lines but at least you see them clear Now I'm runnin Yeah I'm running toward the explosion Of a growing storm We'll all end up in the catacombs Like the roman days of old When I look back on my life I wanna feel like I gave it all the proper time To all the things I said that didn’t take life To all the things I’m gonna say the next time