Fumbling his confidence and wondering
why this world has passed him by.
Hoping that he's bent for more
than arguments and failed attempts to fly.

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside.

Dreaming about providence and
whether mice and men have sencond tries.
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open,
maybe we're bent and broken.

We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life.
We were meant to live.