Attitudes

What's been of attitudes
All the things we just dreamed we would do?
The gifts that lie misused
Broken down in some blueberry bush

All the words we just wrote
Figured them in a book
All the portraits we painted
In nights full of smoke
All the rhymes we composed
Melted out in the morn
Where they've gone?

The talents we've just sold
In exchange for some comfort and lust
The wrong roads that we chose
Led us here, far from days full of trust

Let's pretend there's still time
To go back where they grew
Time to nurture the baby
So scared in debut
To exchange our experience
For innocence, too
Let's renew

There's a child pushing to be seen
Whispering "dream what you will be"
He's not selling time for real
Think he looks a more like me

All the music we played
Every line that we wrote
All the roads that we walked
To someplace we belonged
All the passions we thought
Would have filled up our soul
Ain't long gone

So feed your attitudes
Every thing that you dreamed you would do
The gifts you left unused
Bring 'em up from that blueberry bush

What's been of attitudes?
The gifts that lie misused?
So feed your attitudes!