When you’re young and know little
You chase dreams that become brittle
You chase feelings of lust
That kick your heart to the dust
You learn with failure and fault
The things that become important as an adult
Your childish views of the world fade
When bad love cuts you like a blade
Then you find the chase
The things that make your heart race
The things that set your stomach aflutter
The things that make you shutter
You realize that it’s been on her face
That thing you want to chase
You just want to admire it awhile
It’s always been that beautiful smile