Chasing Me (Voice Memo)

I ask myself again and again
Why don't I pack it up and then
Move back home and settle down
Find a good man back in my home town
Heaven knows I ain't getting any younger
The hands of time are tryna pull me under
But I got songs I wanna sing
The new ones, the old ones, and the in between

This dream keeps chasing me
Like the bees in the yard back when I was a kid
Like my little brother on his BMX
I ran and I ran till I was out of breath
I tried for a while to deny
Who I was always born to be
I swear I'm not chasing down this dream
This dreams been chasing me

When I think back to that little girl
Singing in her hairbrush to the whole wide world
With all my dolls lined up on my bed
I can't let her down and I can't forget

This dream keeps chasing me
Like the bees in the yard back when I was a kid
Like my little brother on his BMX
I ran and I ran till I was out of breath
I tried for a while to deny
Who I was always born to be
I swear I'm not chasing down this dream
This dreams been chasing me

And it's not the fame or the money
Something inside says keep on running

While this dream keeps chasing me
Like the sun in the rearview on the interstate
Like the good Lord did before I was saved
And he won't let me pray it away
I tried for a while to deny
Who I was always born to be
I swear I'm not chasing down this dream
This dreams been chasing me