Chasing
The
Sun
-
Sara
BareillesIt’s
a
really
old
cityStuck
between
the
dead
and
the
livingSo
I
thought
to
myself,
sitting
on
a
graveyard
shelfAs
the
echo
of
heartbeats,
from
the
ground
below
my
feetFilled
a
cemetery
in
the
center
of
QueensI
started
running
the
maze
ofThe
names
and
the
dates,
some
older
than
othersThe
skyscrapers,
little
tombstone
brothersWith
Manhattan
behind
her,
three
million
stunning
remindersBuilt
a
cemetery
in
the
center
of
QueensYou
said,
remember
that
life
isNot
meant
to
be
wastedWe
can
always
be
chasing
the
sun!So
fill
up
your
lungs
and
just
runBut
always
be
chasing
the
sun!So
how
do
you
do
it,With
just
words
and
just
music,
capture
the
feelingThat
my
earth
is
somebody’s
ceiling,
can
I
deliver
in
soundThe
weight
of
the
groundOf
a
cemetery
in
the
center
of
QueensThere’s
a
history
through
herSent
to
us
as
a
gi
