Maybe Songtext
von Gambit

When he was young, thought he′d be famous
So he packed up and he moved out west
But he's asleep at a desk
Dreaming of a sold out crowd
Who sang every word he wrote out loud
Suddenly the phone rings telling him
You′re working on the weekend

Memo to yourself
Working on the weekend
Wake up, run like hell

Maybe we hear the warning
But follow our calling anyway
Maybe this is the moment
We break it open
Maybe, maybe

Twenty-one and she's a waitress
Tells her friends that she's an actress
Waiting for her chance to show the world
She′s not just a pretty girl


Whispers to herself
Not just a pretty girl
Pretend you′re someone else

Maybe we hear the warning
But follow our calling anyway
Maybe this is the moment
We break it open
Maybe, maybe

Don't you keep your feet on the ground?
No, no
Don′t you keep your feet on the ground?
Don't you keep your feet on the ground?
No, no
Don′t you keep your feet on the ground?
No, no, no, no

Maybe we hear the warning
But follow our calling anyway
Maybe this is the moment
We break it open
Maybe, maybe


Don't you keep your feet on the ground?
Don′t you keep your feet on the ground?
Don't you keep your feet on the ground?