Touch The Moon

I don’t care that your phone is 3G

Or that you hear the latest sounds

Through your MP3

So I don’t wear Diesel, Hooch or O’Neill

Why should that make any difference

To the way either of us feel

I don’t hang with the gang to be cool

You decided my face doesn’t fit

You’re the fool

I don’t have trendy gadgets, clothes or friends

But what else do you really have

In the end

Your stuff may be hot but inside you’re dead

I have everything I need

Here in my head

Can you picture yourself in a sailboat at sea

Do your dreams set your imagination

Free

To climb the highest peaks, touch the moon,

conquer Wall Street, make a million

One day soon

You may think what you have has appeal,

But I have dreams which I plan to

Make real

You can focus on things you call fun

But when you wake and look around

They’ll be gone

So I’ll stay with the geeks and the nerds

and I’ll try to ignore your

Meaningless words

I’ll follow my dreams you just see

And I’ll do it without the help

Of 3G