Saturn Returns ft. Adam Boone Lyrics

What's left

What is left

See, I used to sell myself a dream

Pro sports, sailing boats all across the Atlantic streams

Or being all around the country

But lately I've been steaming rolling a routine

Some say this may be the dream

Being stable and able to pay for all my means

Yet I feel stuck in the middle between

A circus act and a gravestone heed

Fitting in to play it smart, you know me

But I'm a little bit scared, you see

That my ambitions are a little extreme

Yet I question, do I really believe

See, our gifts of the spirit come wrapped in a golden crate

Denying our greatness, that's a disgrace

Might as well slap God in the face

Time is carrying on and speeding up

Our age is rising, yet I feel young enough

Juggling all these thoughts is getting a little tough

I want to honor myself and the ones that I love

If you believe in me, then please speak up

When all alone, I just want to give up

But Saturn returns to wake us up

To see ourselves for who we've become

Giving us enough time to make it all up

Dreams are future days for those who believe

In themselves to make it real

Are we really trying or simply sitting still

Releasing the expectations of being a star

To make it big, maybe forget who you are

Can you really have it all

Yes

Balance the routine with your inner extremes

Learn yourself and what it all means

Be youthful and believe in your dreams

Our future days are the manifestations of your daily routines