Alone

It's about constantly thinking about amazing things, but never taking action, and being alone.

Picture me, at a coffe shop in LA,
Sitting pretty, inspired by the rainy day
Stareing, lonely, out the window,
I'm alive, but I'm all alone,
 

And these fantasys aren't enough to keep me on my way,
I can't stay on one road, when I'm always led astray,
And It's hard to picture what's outside, when you're always feeling so confined within the walls you can't knock down alone.
 

Picture me, singing in Sydney,
Thinking "I've come this far? You've got to be kidding me!"
Stareing ecstaticly out at the crowd,
The fictional me is happy, but I'm still alone.
 

And these fantasys aren't enough to keep me on my way,
I can't stay on one road, when I'm always led astray,
And It's hard to picture what's outside, when you're always feeling so confined within the walls you can't knock down alone.
 

I'm so tired of this world in my head,
I'm thriving in my fantasys, but my eyes must look so dead,
Living in this box, is driving me insane,
And it's just that much worse to know that I'm alone..
 

These fantasys aren't enough to keep me on my way,
I can't stay on one road, when I'm always led astray,
And It's hard to picture what's outside, when you're always feeling so confined within the walls you can't knock down alone.
 

These fantasys aren't enough to take me to the top,
I can't stay on any road, when all the signs read "stop",
And it's hard to picture anything that's bigger in this world, when your walls are ten feet high, and you're alone.....