Jimmy's got a job downtown, running from the ground, he's working the whole time, it's tough, so rough, Sarah's at the coffee shop, stays there every night, she keeps on dreaming of life, their life, their life.Whoa, we're reaching night, whoa, aiming for the sky, take my heart, we'll make it, I'll cry, whoa, aiming for the sky.Jimmy's got his hands on dreams, holding on so tight.Trying to make a way, but it's a fight, Sarah's dead with hopeful eyes, dreaming of the prize, they keep on pushing right, against the tide.Whoa, we're reaching night, whoa, aiming for the sky, take my heart, we'll make it.Whoa, we're reaching night, whoa, aiming for the sky, take my heart, we'll make it.
