So Far
Adam Ezra
Trying to figure out my status yeah I hope I'm doing fine
But the mirror gives me differing reflections every time
And I'm learning as I go
As I'm racing toward the end
Sometimes there’s nothing left to do but start again
And it’s feeling like a hundred miles a minute standing still
Sometimes perspective and inertia make a bitter tasting pill
And I'm packing all my bags
Yeah I'm racing toward the end
And sometimes there’s nothing left to do but start again
A little luck, a little life I'm taking for the road
A little time, a little rhyme will help me to bear the load
When I feel I'm moving slow
Cause it’s so far that I've got to go
And it’s all I ever had
But I'm racing toward the end
And sometimes there’s nothing left to do but start again