Sitting across from the rich kids
Dreaming of the life you\'d make big
Your name up on a billboard
A shiny mansion you\'d call home
Mama said, \"Don\'t get lost in it\"
But you always had your eyes on it
Packed your bags and left home
Didn\'t know what you\'d become
You used to call back on time
Now a missed call isn\'t worth a dime
The world keeps moving
So you can\'t stop running
Somehow you got married
To a pretty girl from the big city
And everyone\'s smiling at the pair
Saying, \"God, they\'ve never been happier\"
But you\'re checking your stocks beneath the table
While she tells a story you won\'t be able
To recall when she asks you later.
What\'s the point of having it all, if it doesn\'t matter?
Ricochets of timing
Turn to something everlasting
You make promises of fables
While she justs wants you at the table
She begs to be a footnote in your story
But you\'re too busy chasing glory
Collecting crowns and climbing thrones
Building an empire out of bones
She leaves the porch light burning
While your wheels keep turning
You send her roses, sign the cheque
But love isn\'t a debt
You got a few more bills to pay
few more people to impress
you gonna make it up someday
you just haven\'t figured out when yet
The birthdays turn to photographs
The photographs collect dust
You tell yourself you\'re doing this
For the people that you love
You\'ll never reckon with your blunders
Long ago she lost her thunder
She\'s a ghost beneath your roof now,
And you wanna reach her but don’t know how
Just when you thought you\'d have it all
You watched your perfect picture fall
She took the kids and walked away
And all your gold couldn\'t make them stay
The life you wanted passed you by
While you kept your eyes up on the sky
You can buy a thousand isles
But can\'t buy back their smiles
Your son has grown, your daughter too
They\'ve learned to live their lives without you
You send them gifts on their birthdays
They learned from you to put them away
You sit alone in your townhouse
There\'s no one left to come home to now
Your pride won\'t let you call it regret
But you always knew what was at stake
Now you drink your sorrows till you are blue
And Mama\'s words come back to haunt you
\"Don\'t get lost in it,\" she used to say
You wonder, if she knew, It will turn out this way