Keep it together now,
as you wish as you know how.
It’ll all work out.
When nothing ever seems to be,
exactly what you need now,
hold fast now, to drench yourself and last.
All that you know,
is all that you’ve figured out.
But you’ll never land again
until you stop falling down.
Don’t let yourself wither now,
perpindicular to the ground.
It’ll all work out.
And don’t ever doubt the days.
As if they’re not apt to change now,
it’ll all come around.
So brace yourself and last.
All that you know,
is all that you’ve figured out.
But you’ll never land again
until you stop falling down.
So alive, even cut down to size.
We’re here to recognize our place in time.
The roll we play, the days we make,
and the ones made without us around.
We all must carry on,
when we can’t carry on with what we want now.
All that you know,
is all that you’ve figured out.
But you’ll never land again
until you stop falling down.