Just wastin' time.... some might say

but even when i'm idol- my mind & heart race

dancin' in my soul & they're matched step for step

till the music is over & there's nothing left- so I'm

staring at the sky- seein' clouds pass by slow as the melody of a lullaby

thinking to myself how powerful is time & how fickle life is that play with our minds

daydreaming that peace will be more than a dream- that it'll be a lifestyle- it'll be a theme

not a phantom of the opera- that appears for a scene- then goes behind curtains to change from the mask he needs

but that it can be reality- to have a calm life & to decrease the possibilities for mortalities

thinkin' how the clouds in the sky are so white- to almost represent the good people want in life

and the blue is the distraction- from gettin' to what's perfect there's so much of it- in a fashion,

make us lose sight of whats perfect- can't imagine

bein' in a world that's darkness- where hope don't exist- it just cuts the strap from the harnest

but in the end- it all comes back- to starin' at the sky & dreamin' where my heart is at