Chasing The Wind
Words & Music: Michael Pace
©Michael Pace 2001
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When I was young I thought that anything was possible
as long as I believed
but now as I grow older I can taste the bitter truth
and it sure as hell feels like I've been deceived

I was naive and I was strong and I was sure before to long
I'd be standing on the moon
But then somewhere along the way I must have led my self astray
and floated off like a balloon

That gets tangled in a breeze
rising falling help me please
make this vicious circle end
spinning round and round again

Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
and if I keep on chasing, erasing, replacing
I won't know where to begin
Still it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind

It seems I'd spend my time just settling for the things I'd find
instead of finding what I'd need
and everything I touched just never made me care enough
and now I feel so incomplete

Like a paper airplane
Touched a candle turned to flame
and the air that stokes this fire
leaves me burning with desire

Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
and if I keep on chasing, erasing, replacing
I won't know where to begin
Still it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind

When I was young I thought that anything was possible
as long as I believed
but now as I grow older I can taste the bitter truth
and it sure as hell feels like I've been deceived

Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
and if I keep on chasing, erasing, replacing
I won't know where to begin
Still it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
Yes it feels like I'm Chasing The Wind
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