A gold rush
And everyone’s in
Stampeding to success
Or at least the illusion of it
But what is wealth to me
May not be wealth to you
So we travel silently together
Holding our dreams like cupped flames
As the shimmering sandstorms
Of fool’s gold dust
Blind our vision
Of ourselves
And everyone’s in
Stampeding to success
Or at least the illusion of it
But what is wealth to me
May not be wealth to you
So we travel silently together
Holding our dreams like cupped flames
As the shimmering sandstorms
Of fool’s gold dust
Blind our vision
Of ourselves