I claim to be this person, not selfish, not greedy
Well, that's not me, it's hard to be
I hate to be mistaken for someone not needy
Well, that's just me, it's hard to see
I close my eyes in dust bowls called city light
I wonder why we live here and why we haven't left
I close my eyes in narrow lanes and pigsty
I wonder why I can't see the sky and all the stars
While we all chase the stars
We all chase the love, we all chase the cars
We all chase the good life and broken hearts
I can sing to the clouds, sing to the rain
It won't mean a thing in these back trains
I close my eyes to begging kids and their cries
I wonder why I can't see the stone that I've become
I close my eyes to honeybees and butterflies
I wonder why they fell trees and how they aim to breathe
While we all chase the love, we all chase the stars

We all chase the cars, we all chase the good life with broken hearts
I can sing to the clouds, sing to the rain
There won't be a thing in these back trains
I claim to be this person, not selfish, not greedy
Well that's not me, it's hard to be