We're on Our Way

Show your hands

If you need a new coat of paint

If your bones are now heavy things

Like anchors hidden somewhere 'neath your skinOr if your head's just an empty box

If your heart has become spare parts

If your days are now just something you must bearWell, oh, it seems you're a lot like me

You dug yourself into places

You never thought you would be

But don't you fret, and don't you mind

The only constant is change

And you never know what you'll findYeah, tomorrow I might wake up nice and clean

And I might believe the things I said I didn't mean

And this might turn and wind up just the way we'd dreamed

And I might become the things I swore I'd always be

Songwriters

BENJAMIN P COOPERPublished by

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing