Within heat, like a mirage,
In the distance you glimmer.
Our feet can trod faster,
Still our chances grow thinner.
To wade crystal water appearing so blue..
Trudging sand, while knowing you're too good to be true.
You flicker and shimmer, it's just up ahead-
Beckoning fools with dreams that both end up dead.
The story is old; it's not new it's not rare-
Chasing shadows of a person who's not there isn't fair.
It's those which who do this that know now what's best.
Time is a currency in which you invest.
Be careful, don't gamble, you've only so much.
Past love is lost wages which can be a crutch.
We look to the future for what's to become,
To find giving everything leaves you morsel and crumb.
See, mirages lose glimmer when day turns to night.
This desert will cool as our world loses light.
All becomes well, and then, so will we.
Because it's the mirage that's trapped here
And it's us who are free.
