We're so busy hustling bustling chasing faraway dreams
We forget the little things
Like blue skies, green eyes and our babies growing
Like rainbows, fresh snow and the smell of summer
We forget to live
Give us eyes like children so we live each day as our first
We're so sure we know so much that we forget to listen
Then we want the fickle things
Like cheap thrills, fast pills and constant consumption
Like CDs, TVs and cars that speak our name
We forget to live"
~ saudades de um concerto destes...