Why can't everything be as real as You are to me
Why doesn't everyone say just what they mean
Why must we hide behind smiles we strain to find
Why can't everything be exactly as it's meant to be
The american dream. so fleeting. no meaning.
But I've got a reason.
The american dream. so fleeting. no meaning.
But I've got a reason to live
Walking down the street, they're filling the coffee shops
Sipping their usual cup, society's pick-me-up
Faces all the same
I nod at what's her name
It's just another day
They're all the same
Chorus
I've got reason to live
Chorus
