"Chasing the Sun" as written by Sara Bareilles, Jack Antonoff and Mike Anderson....
It’s a really old city
Stuck between the dead and the living
So I thought to myself,
Sitting on a graveyard shelf
As the echo of heartbeats,
From the ground below my feet
Filled a cemetery
In the center of Queens

I started running the maze of
The names and the dates, some
Older than others the skyscrapers, little tombstone brothers
With Manhattan behind her, three million stunning reminders
Built a cemetery
In the center of Queens

You said, remember that life is
Not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up your lungs and just run
But always be chasing the sun!

So how do you do it,
With just words and just music,
Capture the feeling that my earth is somebody’s ceiling
Can I deliver in sound
The weight of the ground
Of a cemetery
In the center of Queens

There’s a history through her
Sent to us as a gift from the future
To show us the proof
More than that, it’s to dare us to move
And to open our eyes and to learn from the sky
From a cemetery
In the center of Queens

You said, remember that life is
Not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up your lungs and just run
But always be chasing the sun!

All we can do is try
And live like we’re still alive

It’s a really old city
Stuck between the dead and the living
So I thought to myself
Sitting on a graveyard shelf
And the gift of my heartbeat sounds like a symphony
Played by a cemetery
in the center of Queens

You said, remember that life is
Not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up your lungs and just run
But always be chasing the sun!

All we can do is try
And live like we’re still alive

All we can do is try
And live like we’re still alive


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"Chasing the Sun" as written by Mike Anderson Jack Antonoff

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    General CommentThere is more than one way to interpret this song. For example, you can say that this song is about a musician standing in one of New York City's cemeteries — bordering the dead and the living - remembering someone that died. The memory of what this person said is how the musician will defeat the existential angst working inside her, because the infinite supply of hope in humans will provide for her the real-life movement toward an improved future. In the lines “All we can do is try, / And live like we’re still alive,” she is blurring reality and fantasy by giving that deceased person life again.

    You can also say that this song has nothing to do with New York City. The “really old city” she speaks about is just the idea of dying, obviously a state of being that’s really old. Where she is then is an abstract space where the very planet she walks on is “a graveyard shelf.” No wonder the cemetery is being filled with the echo of heartbeats. But she is not crazy and knows that it is silent. But get this: this state of dying is intertwined with the life/death continuum, which is the essence of a living creature. One has to remember that if you are not dead, you are dying. And because you’re not a silent dead yet, you can be loud and hopeful. You can be alive, which, thanks to biology, is a state of being always run through MOTHERS, the royal “queens” of life.
    azneel128on August 07, 2013   Link
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    General CommentPersonally I think this song is about Sara herself. She moved to New York City, she broke up with her boyfriend and split up with her band.

    The song itself is about her moving to New York and finding peace and solitude in a cemetery in Queens. Contemplating the various gravestones and their proximity to the city proper, I.E Manhattan.
    notarealpythonon February 10, 2016   Link

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