Show your hands
If you need a new coat of paint
If your bones are now heavy things
Like anchors hidden somewhere ´neath your skin

Or if your head´s just an empty box
If your heart has become spare parts
If your days are now just something you must bear

Well, oh, it seems you´re a lot like me
You dug yourself into places
You never thought you would be
But don´t you fret, and don´t you mind
The only constant is change
And you never know what you´ll find

Yeah, tomorrow I might wake up nice and clean
And I might believe the things I said I didn´t mean
And this might turn and wind up just the way we´d dreamed
And I might become the things I swore I´d always be

Well, we´re always on our way
We´re on our way
Well, we´re always on our way
We´re on our way
Well, we´re always on our way
We´re on our way
Well, we´re always on our way
We´re on our way