Here you are, chasing angels,
Look for another idea to hold under your thumb,
Squeeze an ounce of courage from a thousand words,
You'd think you'd heard enough.
Try not to try; it's a lesson hard,
Blind faith will scatter the stars,
Tonight can be a beginning.
Here I am, running over,
Half of a lifetime, I'm scraping up a trace of youth,
A lazy child can know the truth and touch the moon,
It's here in front of you.
Try not to try; it's a simple creed,
With sense, as a sly enemy,
Tonight can be a beginning.
Here we are, missing moments,
So many details, the never-ending figure-out,
Too weary now to talk about the way we feel,
The night, it reels us in.
Try not to try; it's a sacred art,
Gripping the slippery stars,
Tonight can be a beginning.
