The Tip Of My Tongue - Edwin McCain

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