And eventually you will;
Your goals will be done.
With a fire in your eye,
You’ll somehow get by.
You’ll find you have lifted a ton…
You’ll find that you’re living your dream.
So tell me – what have you won?

The world echoes off stone.
Even with love, you’re alone.

Busy chasing the thrill,
Too scared not to run.
Obliged to supply,
And always satisfy,
Else you might well come undone.
Your engine is out off all steam –
There’s no one left worthwhile to stun.

Listen – they cheer for you, still,
Now fire the blank gun
And don’t cry.
They need you and want you until
You stop causing fun,
And defy.

You’ll find that you’re living your dream,
The dream you fought damn hard to see.
But you have to admit
Now that you’ve made it,
The dream that you live is empty.
The dream that you live is empty.
Your dreams - turns out they're empty.