Part Time Believer

[Whistling]

We've run out of reason

Losing sight of what it's supposed to be

A part time believer till truth

We've somehow conceded this self-evasive solitude

It means way too much to me

And I hope you know how lucky you are

And I remember sitting back on my balcony

I was'a listening to the Rolling Stones

See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work

So I could show him all the chords that I'd learnt

See I was under the impression I was gonna lead

Some kind of simple understated life

But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory

And I hope so man I hope so

[Whistling]

It's been way too long

It seems that I can't celebrate my meaning

For I am too young to mourn

And if it won't release

It pulls and it pushes me

Til I whither til I whither til I whither

And I hope you know how lucky you are

Oh I remember sitting back on my balcony

I was'a listening to the Rolling Stones

See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work

So I could show him all the chords that I'd learnt

See I was under the impression I was gonna lead

Some kind of simple understated life

But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory

And I hope so man I hope so

Oh you dare

You run like a lion

To defend your senses

And oh it seems

It cuts at the core

It's not the same my friend no more

Oh no

[Whistling]