More Old Words

Celebrate the indecision
triumph in the long division
of long nights into everything
you thought you left behind.

When skies unfold and no one's listening
listen to what you've been missing
don't mistake your waking dreams for gold.

Same old everything, you've run these laps before
You're no prophet
You'll stop before you get where you wanna go.

And if you're to scared to make it happen
just give in and you'll start laughing
little kings and queens don't need no thrones.