The older I get, the more it seems I watch my dreams get smallernHell no, don't get me wrong, I want more out of this life than I ever wantednIt's just that, these days I'd settle for less nThese days are second bestnnIt's a line that's been drawnnI can't tell which side I'm onnIt's a line that's been drawnnI've seen this coming all alongnnThere's hope for the best, and those dog-eared pages that still jump outta my favorite booksnThough the innocence in my eyes has faded, I tell myself to take a second looknLike I'm some kind of castaway who swears he sees landnCan I see a show of hands?nnIt's a line that's been drawnnI can't tell which side I'm onnIt's a line that's been drawnnI've seen this coming all alongnnHammering restless thoughts into bad poetry, nLying on our backs, laughing at the sun, like we were the first ones to ever seenThe moon and the stars turned into clichesnYou guessed it, it rained on our paradennIt's a line that I've drawnnI can't tell which side I'm onnIt's a line that I've drawnnI've seen this coming all alongnnIt's a line that's been drawnnnShould've seen itnShould've seennShould've seen itnShould've seennShould've seen itn(You had to see it)n(You had to see it coming)nnYou should've seen men