if i place my hope in all things that p*ss away
what have i shown for myself?
if love shows her face, and my life’s out of place
will i be kind to myself?
where, where will i go from here?
if it’s all about timing
then i’m right where i should be,
and there’s no room for regrets
but often times i find
that my thoughts play in rewind
and won’t free me from the past
so, where will i go? where will i go? where will i go?
if my life had its way
oh how simple it would sway
like wildflowers in the fields
i wish i could learn from the flowers and the ferns
how to take things as they come
and how, how will i grow?
oh how, how will i grow?
oh how, will i grow from here?