So dark, and too fast
Too much worry about my net worth
I feel so lone
When Lucy isn't near my home
Big lights and small faces
Can't stop thinking about my camera
I feel so dumb
When my baby's always on the run
White shoes on black pavement
Always wondering when the track ends
Too young, or too old
Nothing ever feels quite the same since
They move, I lose
Never quite completely understanding
When this feels right
I might lose it all to start a family