Song Lyrics

Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

I got my levels out of place last night
It was a long one
Lookin' for a quick fix, lookin' for a shortcut
But if I want a game plan up for a long run
What do I bring to the table, said dumb luck
There's a good chance the last thing I pick up
Will show up in my sleep and crash all my dreams
With some shit I wanna be 'cause it's not what I battle
Some heaviness and pettiness and some things that I'm ashamed of

When I think of you (when I think of you)
I think of us (I think of us)
I think I'm done with this (how fuckin' high ain't us?)
October comes and I'll show you what I'm made of
I hope it's harvest time
For my fruits of labour

Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

I was repeating conversations with the chip on my shoulder
Replaying the scene, over and over
I got confused and the world started spinnin
Said I'm out of touch, buddy I've gone missin'
'Cause Lord knows I've been through the ringer
And Lord knows I'm coming out swingin'
It's mid July in New York City
I've been sitting in Coach, but I'm ready for the big leagues

Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)
Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)
Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)
Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)

Those bodega lights at 3 am
For the rest and the bright
Just like a movie set
And Jules was dancin', lit up an imaginary cigarette
You said, "man, why you feelin' sorry for yourself"
And the man beyond the counter, you turn up that radio
One of those old AM/FM boomboxes, the kind with the cassettes
You said something that I won't forget
You just keep movin', movin'
You just keep movin', movin'
You just keep movin'
You just keep movin'

Oh we've meditated on this and we've prayed on this
I've tried both before
Seemed like the perfect day to take a leap of faith
But I came up short
Are you listening close? Start listening close
And tell me your true desire
I know it's played so many mean tricks before
But I promise the body don't lie, come on

Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)
Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)
Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)
Got me singing ayy-ohh (got me singing ayy-ohh)

Anthony Michael Carone, Max Kerman, Michael John Deangelis, Nicholas William Dika, Timothy James Oxford

The duration of Eyes on the Prize is 4:07 minutes and seconds.