Nobody ever had a dream around here, but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me I've got this energy beneath my feet like something underground's gonna come up and carry me I've got this sentimental heart that beats, but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now Why do you waste my time? Is the answer to the question on your mind? And I'm sick of all my judges, so scared of what they'll find But I know that I can make it, as long as somebody takes me home every now and then Have you ever seen the light? I took a shuttle on a shockwave ride where people on the pen pulled the trigger for accolades I took a bullet and I looked inside and, running through my veins, an American masquerade I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake, I'd never really known anybody to die before They white and blew apart a birthday cake, my brother, he was born on the 4th of July And that's all So why do you waste my time? Is the answer to the question on your mind? And I'm sick of all my judges, they're so scared of letting me shine But I know that I can make it, as long as somebody takes me home Every now and then Every now and then Oh, I see London, I see Sam's town Holds my hand down, lets my hair down Rolls that world right off my shoulder I see London, I see Sam's town I see London, I see Sam's town