work in progress, what do you recko?

it took a long time to get here
such a long way from home
these streets seem uninviting
i dont know if i belong

i feel like a statue
in a fast moving town
everybodys getting older
but im still getting down

chorus
This isnt the way its supposed to be
one day i dreamed id be free
but the clock keeps ticking on
this life it aint that long
this life it aint that long

still i cant find a reason
to abuse my soul
i guess theyll call it depression
and ill just get along

i may drive a sports car
live the life of a king
but i cant live without my girl
seems she is everything