Am I wrong

Have I got this right

Am I missing the momentAm I a sign of the times

Like the notch on a buckle

That won′t pull tight

Well I've seen some things honey that god wouldn′t touch with a knife

To leave it behind is like grieving the dead sometimes

I have so many places that feel like home

I've known so many faces that my head can't keep a hold

Remember when we prayed for rain

And those nights would keep us warm

We tore apart the old, but I′ve since gone back and missed it all

Sometimes

We all hide behind those fears

Of getting caught up here

And breaking out through the atmosphere

And I wonder

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

I have so many places that feel like home

I′ve known so many faces that my head can't keep a hold

Remember when we prayed for rain

And those nights would keep us warm

We tore apart the old, but I′ve since gone back and missed it all

Sometimes

We all hide behind those fears

Of getting caught up here

And breaking out through the atmosphere

And I wonder

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

Where do I go from here