(Brian May)

What are we made of?

Can we know what we will be?

(What are we made of?)

Think again

There's a wind of change is blowing

There's a fire deep inside

There's a place we could be going

If we could only get it right

And the river keeps on flowing

And the morning lights the sky

But if they said it would be easy

I guess they must have lied

What are we made of?

Can we know what we will be?

What are the chances

I can find a better path, a better life, a better me?

(What are we made of?)

If you think you know the answer

Turn around, think again

Whatever were you thinking?

Could you turn you life around?

When you know your world is sinking

Can you find the solid ground?

Is there really a road to heaven?

We'll find it

And a road leads down below

Some way, somewhere

Does anything really matter?

If only we could know

What are we made of?

Is it written in the sand?

Where are we sailing?

To a strange and distant land

Take my hand, sail with me

(What are we made of?)

'Cos I have to understand

What are we made of?

Can we know what we will be?

What are the chances

There's a place for you and me?

(What are we made of?)

Just for this moment, take your life into your hands

You'll decide what you are made of

What it is that you can be

Think again, my friend

Turn around, think again.