Struggling, just to find our way. We never make any progress, were
just barely treading every day.
Sometimes things all look the same, too late. We can’t go back, to
what, what we had.
We can’t go back to the way it was.
The futures unwritten, but you have control. Don’t dwell on what’s
past us you can’t get it back.
Can’t think, nothing’s going to ever change. Don’t Waste your time on regrets.
You think no one hears you, we all feel afraid. You’re stuck in the
middle; we’ve all got to change.
Nothing has to stay the same. Somehow, someway! We’ve got to find our place!