Wait Don't run too far There's open arms Up in the stars Maybe We should pause Stop chasing cars Run to these arms A younger age, a former tome To their dismay, we start the climb A shorter fall, a quieter call But looking down, we've made it far The call gets louder, looking up We cannot stop, the times get tough Climbing on, we lose our grip Climbing on, even as we slip Maybe We should pause Stop chasing cars Run to these arms We hear the call, we try our best Looking up, tell us what's next He calls again, this time our name We can no longer Blame our age