We're all just trying.
Trying hard to find belief.
So our bones can keep on standing through all this grief.
We're all just pretending.
And it's hard to see that underneath this exterior you're just like me.
Don't give up your almost home.
Just take my hand and I wonâ€™t let go until we find relief.
We're all just tired and it's painful to see but within this final ending we might agree.
Don't give up you're almost home.
Just take my hand and I won't let go.
Round and round together we roam, until we find relief