Stories

And in the middle of my prime
 Things are moving so fast in my life
 If I told you that I loved you now
 Would you cry?
 Just cry
 It's hard to know who had from tales anymore
 I've got friends sweeping their dreams 'cross the floor
 Busy jobs sucking up their lives dry
 Trying to survive, survive
 They'll bring you their joy
 They'll sell you their pain
 Some are caught between the living and wasting away
 Sing about their plans
 Dream about their past
 Waking up to find there's something to never mend to last
 Oh, ooh, hey
 Ooh, ooh, how
 Ooh
 Ooh
 I can't count the many stories I've seen
 Passing by me like trains and new dreams
 Will they ever reach their destiny
 Or do they die with them
 Somewhere
 I'm in the middle of my prime
 Things are moving so much faster now
 If I told you that I loved you now
 Would you cry?
 Just cry