Young Agent Jones: Music & Lyrics
Wishful Thinking
(Young Agent Jones)
1998
Lyrics -- Jones
Oh the red sun is gone
All that's left is the cold and the dark and me
Yeah I had fun too long
Now my head is talking to me
In time I hope to come back down
And face the people that surround
To hold this hope tight in my hands
I'd do almost anything
That they could dream
Until this town takes all I've got
'Til the moon is just a spot I see
A mirror shows me who I'm not
And who I am going to be
I've had about enough of this
I yell while shaking both my fists
At all and everything around
I wish my feet were on the ground
I wish somehow
Sometimes my mind
Doesn't seem to work right
And I take one step closer down,
And I see the ground