Lindsey Buckingham

Reading the paper saw a review
Said I was a visionary, but nobody knew
Now that's been a problem
feeling unseen
Just like I'm living somebody's dream
What am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too late
I'm not a young man but I'm a child in
my soul
I feel there's room for songs that
are sung
For chances not taken for deeds not
yet done
What am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too late
My children look away they don't know
what to say
My children look away they don't know
what to say
So that's been a problem
feeling unheard
So called visions always deferred
It must be the reason I developed
this need
You know you should never believe
what you read
What am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too late
My children look away they don't know
what to say
My children look away they don't know
what to say