Nikka Costa

My face to the sky
Dreaming about just how high
I could go and I'll know
When I finally get there
Taking of my glasses
Sun pokes through my lashes
And somehow I know
There's a time for every star to shine
Everybody got their something
Everybody got their something
Make you smile like an itty bitty child
People keeping score
Say better hurry up and get yours
Cause somebody else get your spot
Before you even dropped
Seek and you shall find
Everything in my own sweet time
I'll take my chances
With what I believe is only mine
Busy holding on
So the roof don't fly
Keep you from moving on
So get it right
Turn the tide over