Better Than My Yesterdays - Across The Atlantic

Everyone wants to be something for someone else, I think I’d rather be doing

this for myself

They say in 10 years, it’ll all be worth it

But I can’t make it through one more work shift

It’ll fall into place at the end of the day

Just sit and wait, take it from me

So call me a pessimist but I don’t think I could sit and waste away

Slowly as the years they pass me by, you only get one chance at life

There’s no place I’d rather be

I’m counting clouds when stars are out of reach

I’m feeling, I won’t stop for anything

And woooaaaaaah, we won’t waste another day