See the spark now in your eye
Light it up and see what is inside
Drown all of your fear
But years go by, as you try
To find your way from here
Time after time we write it's clear
Try to break free from here
I've hit this small town ceiling
Waiting for good times to bloom
I'm not cold and helpless
Just stuck inside this feeling
Waiting for good times to bloom
While this small place humbles me
I wanna envision fantasies
And have something to show
But then I find, that my mind
Is occupied elsewhere
You're now a thousand miles away
Try to break free from here
I've hit this small town ceiling
Waiting for good times to bloom
I'm not cold and helpless
Just stuck inside this feeling
Waiting for good times to bloom
All these people race ahead
They will work until
They all drop dead
Condemned to never know
Just scroll all day
Till I find that I'm not really here
I'll fade away and disappear
Try to break free from here
I've hit this small town ceiling
Waiting for good times to bloom
I'm not cold and helpless
Just stuck inside this feeling
Waiting for good times to bloom
Waiting for good times
Waiting for good times to bloom
Waiting for good times to bloom
Waiting for good times to bloom