Four in the morning, none of the clouds above my head
Six hands covered in blood, three families in mourning
And then the baby cries, and then the sun comes up
And I realize that everything is alright
It makes me feel like everything will be just fine
Why are his hands cold? It's just the blood flow to the heart
Lungs full and screaming
Somewhere else they pull the plug
And if my best friend's father died, then why the hell didn't mine?
Guess we were lucky this time
I guess we're all just lucky sometimes
And your time is coming
And when it does, it reminds you that everything is alright
And even when it's not, it still might be alright
Makes you feel like everything will be just fine