Rich Acuoin - It

Destinee, New York has got you sad,
for all the time, you said, you wished you had.
To go and leave this town is what you said,
but fear has left your dreams of fame for dead.

And my dear Anthony LA has got you down,
for all the time, you said, you thought you found.
To make your goals be more than paper scraps,
but drinks have blurred your notes and time's elapsed.

Will you let it hold you now?
Will you let it tie you down?
Will you let it hold you now?
Your will is bound.

We won't leave it all in our heads.
And we say, "not yet".
We won't leave it all in our heads.
We're not running now.

Emily Paris has made you weep,
for all the hope, you said, you knew you'd keep.
To take your life into your shaking hands,
but fate has turned your will to life's demands.

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh.
We got our heads down, down got our heads down.

We won't leave it all in our heads.
And we say, "not yet".
We won't leave it all in our heads.
We're not running now.