Prospect lost (Timmy’s song)

You’re drawing lines as you’re crossing them.
And you like to think of yourself as a grown man.
But you don’t know where you stand.
Then again, it’s nice to stick your head in the sand.
Play your own songs; make your own rhythm,
No one bothers how you’re living.
But your dreams ain’t fulfilling.
Then again it’s nice drinking and blowing.

Who needs ideals if you can’t live up them?
Who needs chances if it means starting over again?
You weren’t made to be a born again Christian.
You take comfort in being among the damned.
Who needs tomorrow if you live today?
Who needs prospect with your guitar play?
You weren’t made for leading the way.
You take comfort in the rainy days.

I’m drawing lines, you aren’t crossing them.
Cause you should see yourself as a grown man.
And look where you stand.
Cause it’s a pity wasting all your talent.
Play your own songs; make your own rhythm.
Don’t you back off or dare to give in.
Cause you’ve got something going.
It’s useless thinking how big you could have been.

You need ideals cause you can live up to them.
If you fail, it doesn’t mean that you can’t.
You weren’t made to be a born again Christian.
You were meant to start your own religion.
Dream about tomorrow, live to the fullest today.
Use your humor, artistic skills and guitar play.
Only if you allow it things will get in the way.
And give me a call on those rainy days.