Atlas Losing Grip Follow

That tired face I see in the mirror,
I know it from somewhere... could it be any clearer?
Just an older version of the boy within.
Just an old diversion of original sin.

Where did all the dreams go?
All the things I was gonna do.
Somehow life got in the way.
Now I'm stuck here looking back on better days,
Contemplating the uncertainty that lies ahead.
Looking out the window, watching the sun set.

Gotta make it happen some day, somehow, somewhere.
But for now I'm just killing time, watching the horizon.

Moving forward, one step at the time.
Maybe it's a waste but I'm trying to find,
A brain for the scarecrow,
A heart for the tin-man,
And courage for the lion,
But I keep falling down cause...

Time doesn't stop just because I slow down!
I'm standing still while the rest of the world moves on
at a pace that I just can't follow..

I can't keep up.

Maybe it will happen some day, somehow, somewhere.
But for now I'm just killing time, watching the horizon.