As much as I have to admit
all those potential futures
lived only in my dreams
I can’t help wishing now and then
that they might’ve had the chance
to find their way out of my head
and into some reality
And though I know the pointlessness
of trying to hold on too tight
to what was never really in my hands,
in the quiet moments here
I still hear the echoes
of the dreams so long gone by
and where we could’ve been
