The things that seem to be

Wake-ing up at night,
listening to those sounds
listening to the beats,
falling to the ground

Got to catch up, got to slow down
got to get a grip on something
because I think I'm falling down

Can't pretend to be what I'm not
can't predict anything, before
you need to find a window
before you can walk through the door

Taking things to chance
living to find out what's right
the things that seem to be, isn't anything
until you lived the dream