That awful sound alarms me its a brand new day, 

The comfort of my dreams will have to be delayed.

The sun comes up and falls back down, 

(falls back down, falls back down).

A generation comes and goes 

And nothing ever seems to change, 

For all we do is vain. All we do is vain.

Chorus

I reach for everything, so why are my hands empty? 

I reach to catch the dream 

My soul has been demanding. 

And I won’t be stranded, no, I won’t be stranded,

No, I won’t be stranded, since I’ve come this far.

We serve a sentence of hard labor ‘til we die,

In hopes that we can serve a purpose here, but why?

For anything that we could do has been done before,

And in a while they’ll say we’re old, 

Toss our work and start again,

For all we do is vain. All we do is vain.

Repeat Chorus

I reach for everything, so why are my hands empty? 

I reach to catch the dream 

My soul has been demanding. 

And I won’t be stranded,

No, I won’t be stranded.

© 2005 Adriane Blanco Music (ASCAP). 

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