Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
I gotta start somewhere
Gotta pick up where we left off
It might not get better
Who's to say and who's to know?
It's when summer becomes free
And the leaves begin to fall
In the wake of the storm
Air is different than before
We go round and round
And life keeps on spinning
We keep looking for answers
In the places they don't come
Gotta shake this thing off
Gotta open my mind
'Cause my blood keeps on pumping
And I keep on looking
'Cause the beggars or the choosers
The winners or the losers
The simple tons and scarred
The hopefuls and fallen
We are coming to the [?]
Is there a rhythm to the hope?
Is life's boast forever weakening?
Is there a meaning to return?
We go round and round
And life keeps on spinning
We keep looking for answers
In the places they don't come
