There are invisible strings
Connecting everything
The past to the present
The future to me
And sometimes I find
If I go tugging on the lines
It's like I'm fishing for the time
When I was a girl
With my grandmother's curls
And a heart that hungered for the world
A question mark
The intial spark
A seed that grows into a tree
So what are you dreaming of
And how are you living up
To the promises you made
When you were young and free
To be anything
You could still be anything
That you want to be
That you want to be
That you want to be
There are invisible strings
Connecting everything
The past to the present
You to me
And sometimes I find
When something's heavy on my mind
I'll write myself a letter
And wait for her reply
Sometimes I look into the mirror
And I see her
The lines around my eyes that shows I've smiled my whole life
She is the choices that I make
All of my love and my mistakes
She is the tree
And I am the seed
So what are you dreaming of
And how are you living up
To the promises you made
When you were young and free
To be anything
You could still be anything
That you want to be
That you want to be
That you want to be
What do you want to be
What do you want to be