In quiet hours, still awake I listen to each breath you take And I wonder what you dream about How far we've come Since we were young Our preconceptions now undone So I wonder what you dream about In mind I might be soaring Pushing things to greater heights But like Icarus, the flames are real And dreams turn into nightmares I know my wings might falter once up in the sky But I don't want to fall, I want to fly I never saw myself as one who went outside the lines Our life's momentum takes us, and in an instant it's behind us It's sacrilege to take advantage of the blind But what about uncertainties that work to cloud our mind? If our perception causes us to go astray, Who can help us try to find our way? I never saw myself as one whose life was just a race out of control But in the mirror I see the lines grow deeper on my face It's sacrilege to take advantage of the blind But what about uncertainties that work to cloud our mind? If our perception causes us to go astray, Who can help us try to find our way? When I look back on all that's happened When I look back on choices I have made Should I regret the contours of my path? The broken cobblestones that I have paved? We're only given just so many sunny days We're only given so much time to build a life Our choices all along the way construct a maze And when our time is up we could be trapped inside Lost in fantasies and never to return While we are building, tearing down or making plans The days are vanishing, the world won't fail to turn Choices have consequences, limiting our future And yet the weight of outcomes cannot be discerned Make them wisely, child It's hard to look around me now at everything I have And not derive contentment from it all Dreams made real, and the future unforeseen has played out well But is contentment the enemy of growth? Could I have overlooked what might have mattered most? You must have been something else when you were younger You must have been something else when you were free When all that you had was time and the world of choices was yours And you chose me You must have been something else when you were younger You must have been something else when you were free When all that you had was time and the world of choices was yours We spend half our lives repairing bridges that our selfish actions helped destroy But it's still so hard for us to recognize that a life is such a fragile toy We spend half our lives making disguises; we perfect and use them as our tools Then spend all of our remaining years searching for someone we cannot fool At day's end we'll throw out our disguises with nothing to defend At day's end we'll pick up all the pieces and learn to live again When you look back on all that's happened, would you do it all again? That's the honest measure of our lives Knowing then what you know now, would you choose me once again? That's the question carrying most weight at day's end I know my wings have faltered once up in the sky But even if you're falling, there's still time to fly And looking with dispa**ion at the choices I have made I know it's self-defeating to carry regret unto my grave I know that there's a reason why my road returns to you And why, despite the obstacles we both had to fight through We both have had our doubts, but I think we know it's true That you remain the best of me, and I the best of you And all our struggles, and every time we've cried They're rendered meaningless in our embrace 'Cause we're still standing, and nothing can prevail Against a love that's meant to be At day's end we put down our disguises with nothing to defend At day's end we pick up all the pieces and learn to love again