There will always be
A choice, only you can make
The discomfort is unique
When everyone moves in synch, and you know you must go
The other way
Oh, the days break differently
And the nights have their own special rhythm and songs
When you have to find out, for yourself
Which answers will prove to be right, or wrong
What's right or wrong
There will always be
A canyon carved, with a little bridge inbetween
Of you being alone, or lonely
Of having something to defend, or knowing, you're free
You are free
I used to draw such hard lines
Over silly little things, on such foolish grounds
I used to be so damn sure
Now, I'm not so sure, but I'm wiser somehow
Somehow
There will always be
Someone coming along, that could, weigh you down
The only way to keep it clean
Is to help the ones you know how to help out
Just help them out
You'll never fill all the holes
You find on the inside, or the out
The beauty's in the letting go
Of what you think you can do
And what you can't do without
Do without