should have been so much further by now
thought it would be so much easier but somehow
the road I've taken hasn't led to where I wanted to go

when I close my eyes it flashes by
all the circumstance and fame
it belongs to the mind of a little child
who tried to look to the future to see his name
he saw it up in lights
saw it in the pages of magazines
saw it on the lips of adoring fans
saw it emblazoned across the screen

the vision seems to fade in the haze
of a smoky motel room
always wanted to make my mark on the future
but the future seemed to arrive too soon
I try and contemplate how the childhood notion
can be revived
the claim to fame that was uprooted
by the instinct to survive

should have been so much further by now
thought it would be so much easier but somehow
the road I've taken hasn't led to where I wanted to go

how come nothing I touch ever turns to gold
when everything was coming up roses years ago
I've become an extra in a story no one ever told
a springtime legacy that was buried in the snow