Little Bit Of Blue (Dallman Christopher)

I pray on my Holy Ghost And I philosophize I keep things moving in my head, But everything that I shift Leaves an empty space Sadness rushes in in its stead Because everywhere I turn I see a little bit of blue And I can't help but feel I should be better than, better than this City so full of dreams that won't ever come true. I know now. How do you measure a dream Fit it to your form When you dreamt it as a kid in school? Can you wear it despite Time's ever-quickening flight And all of the times you felt a fool? Because every song I sing has got a little bit of blue And I can't help but feel I should be better than, better than this Dream that I held so tight, but maybe outgrew What do I do? What do I do? I give myself another dare Rip up the map and just don't care And move on Through highways packed with fancy cars Hills littered with broken stars Who hold on I won't wait I'll move on I pray on my Holy Ghost And I philosophize I keep things moving in my head