William

Living here's no paradise, It never makes the news, always tries to be nice, might as well be space, streets around the moon, everyone waiting on some date, you can’t order life, tell it what to do, take out all the spite, our song still resonates, a feeling for a tune, carrying all our weight, a place to make us smile, no matter what we do, beneath orange lamp lights, this is what we create, singing with the crew, home fills the easy nights, searching for our youth.