Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who’d be the fool In my position? Once I had dreams Now they’re obsessions Hopes became needs Lovers possessions.
Then they move in Oh so discreetly Slowly at first Smiling too sweetly I opened doors They walked right through them Called me their friend I hardly knew them.
Now I’m where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I all I ever said I would and yet I feel I haven’t won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there’s someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I’d fall.