with the passing of each day
i was turning from young to old
stuck in competition with
the beautiful and the bold
these empty hands are trying
reaching out for the gold
how can this life consumed by fire
end up feeling cold

escape – there’s no where to run to
dreamscape - a different life
it’s too late
for someone to love her she waits

all of these possessions
standing atop her shelves
a couple of things from a vacation
and photographs of herself
to bury her emotions
beneath a pile of wealth
amazing how much it can look like heaven
in a living hell

escape – there’s no where to run to
dreamscape - a different life
it’s too late
for someone to love her she waits

she waits not knowing it herself yet it’s so plain
she’s hiding from herself hooked on these chains

all the yesterdays
have fallen like sheets of rain
can wash away the mountains
yet do nothing at all for pain
complacency in disguise
comes to her as a friend
with every passing day
goes another chance to mend

escape – there’s no where to run to
dreamscape - a different life
it’s too late
for someone to love her she waits