I'm Alive 
© 2002 - Renaissance Boy Recordings
written October 21, 2002
I'm alive. I'm riding on a train
On my headphones the song remains the same.
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.
I'm alive, but it doesn't feel the same.
I keep searching but I can't get back there again.
Every once in a while
I get hit with a smile and I'm there
I'm alive, but I'm not sure
I take a drive searching for some kind of cure…
I remember this
How my head would feel
When I put my life on the line behind the wheel
And the lines would rush
Underneath my car
As I drive into black
And the lights become stars
I am sixteen
I am so green
I am not afraid of anything
I would laugh out loud
I did not know how
To fear
To fail
To follow the crowd
I'm alive, but it doesn't feel the same.
Got a vague sense of something surreal
but I can't feel the pain
I try to light my life on fire and get inspired tonight
But the rock and roll's already taken its toll in this fight
I'm alive, and I'm wondering why.
I look up, into a slate colored sky.
It's the same one I've been thinking about for years.
It's the same one I've been thinking about for years.
I'm alive, standing outside in the rain.
Though I try, I can't get back there again.
I remember this
How time stood still
Big Wheel looking down from the top of the hill
I'd start to roll
And I'd feel my soul
As I'd scream at the sky and it swallowed me whole
It's all so clear
I am really here
I am eight years old
I do not know fear
I am fast as light
I am outta sight
I am Evel Knievel
And I'm gonna take flight
Look up in the air
People stop and stare
Cause I am alive
I am alive.
I am alive.
I'm alive, but I still can't find
The song that's been wandering 'round in my mind
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.
I'm alive, and I'm driving home.
Can't remember ever feeling so alone.
But it's good in a way
At the end of the day
So I drive.
I'm alive, and I'm good so far.
I look up and make a wish on a star…
And the light turns green
And the tires scream
As I leave it behind
And I drive into dreams
I am four years old
I am made of gold
I'm flying like SpaceGhost
This is my soul
Look up in the air
People stop and stare
…I am alive
(keep telling me)
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