Jack Antone - Saturn Returns (feat. Adam Boone) Lyrics

What's left
What is left
See, I used to sell myself a dream
Pro sports, sailing boats all across the Atlantic streams
Or being all around the country
But lately I've been steaming rolling a routine
Some say this may be the dream
Being stable and able to pay for all my means
Yet I feel stuck in the middle between
A circus act and a gravestone heed
Fitting in to play it smart, you know me
But I'm a little bit scared, you see
That my ambitions are a little extreme
Yet I question, do I really believe
See, our gifts of the spirit come wrapped in a golden crate
Denying our greatness, that's a disgrace
Might as well slap God in the face
Time is carrying on and speeding up
Our age is rising, yet I feel young enough
Juggling all these thoughts is getting a little tough
I want to honor myself and the ones that I love
If you believe in me, then please speak up
When all alone, I just want to give up
But Saturn returns to wake us up
To see ourselves for who we've become
Giving us enough time to make it all up
Dreams are future days for those who believe
In themselves to make it real
Are we really trying or simply sitting still
Releasing the expectations of being a star
To make it big, maybe forget who you are
Can you really have it all
Yes
Balance the routine with your inner extremes
Learn yourself and what it all means
Be youthful and believe in your dreams
Our future days are the manifestations of your daily routines