They say chasing dreams is noble Well catching them is tragic When you're right on the heels of your heart's desires The distance is magic When it's on the tip of my tongue When it's on the tip of my tongue We're a lost generation with no sense of self Everybody wants to be someone else Run from love to a stranger's embrace Only to find the thrill of the chase When it's on the tip of my tongue When it's on the tip of my tongue Suck the poison, bite the wound Chase the facade Finish lines that come too soon And the thirsty always finds the mirage We're a lost generation with no sense of self Everyone wants to be somebody else Run from love to a stranger's embrace Only to find the thrill of the chase They say chasing dreams is noble But I know that it's tragic When you're right on the heels of your heart's desires The distance is magic The distance is magic The tip of my tongue