We're on the way
show your handsif you need a new coat of paintif your bones are now heavy thingslike anchors hidden somewhere 'neath your skin
or if your head's just an empty boxif your heart has become spare partsif your days are now just something you must bear
well, oh, it seems you're a lot like meyou dug yourself into placesyou never thought you would bebut don't you fret, and don't you mindthe only constant is changeand you never know what you'll find
yeah, tomorrow I might wake up nice and cleanand I might believe the things I said I didn't meanand this might turn and wind up just the way we'd dreamedand I might become the things I swore I'd always be
well, we're always on our waywe're on our waywell, we're always on our waywe're on our waywell, we're always on our waywe're on our waywell, we're always on our waywe're on our way