Wishing I was dreaming, wishing I didn't know
All the thoughts I was thinking, don't want to know
Everyone's always moving, I'm standing still for all the time
Thoughts that I was living, it goes in my mind
There's so much more that I could be, so many places that I'll never see
So many lives that I'll never meet
I'll just dream until we get there in the end
Always thinking bout tomorrow, before today is even through
Always thinking bout the future, what on earth will happen to you?
And if the world stops spinning, would I start moving home?
And if the world stopped dreaming, would I stop beliving in at all?