Why try
When everything I do feels half right
I wander through my life
Everything I say seems half right
But sometimes I'm standing here
High on a riverbed
And light breaks through
Everything feels good for a while
High on a riverbed
Where am I
When everything I do feels half right
How can I be satisfied
Writing words from someone else's lies
But sometimes I'm standing here
High on a riverbed
And light breaks through
Everything feels good for a while
High on a riverbed
I see myself sometimes
Vision is a mystery half blind
Keep missing all the time
Seeing what I could be if I
If I...
