CHASE YOUR DREAM
by Ellen Gennaro & Josh Dutoit
A guy 18 or 20 was sitting on his pack
Waiting for the bus to come, a guitar on his lap
He looked up as I drove by, his eyes a grayish blue
I wonder if he lives here or is simply passing through
Hey there little brother
Have you come to chase your dream
Fortunes in the cookies, words on bathroom stalls
Lyrics and old memories, in dreams they come to call
Down on lower Broadway the music’s always loud
No one cares about your songs
Covers please the crowd
Hey there little brother
Have you come to chase your dream
Solitary Songsmith, what’s the meaning of success
To pay your bills, a Grammy or a Malibu address
Stars and bars and tinsel talk, longing to feel seen
Just like all the rest of us
You’ve come to chase your dream
You’ve come to chase your dream
We’ve come to chase our dreams
We have come to chase our dreams
Come to chase our dreams
Come chase your dream
Chase your dream