Coming up no plans
Betty AV, Monahans. Little in a football town
Waiting for some right to come around.
Praying for release
Bottle Rockets in the streets.
Never really had a dad, no all that you had was your hope...
Keep your eyes open where you roam
Because you never know when your life´s about to change.

Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
And forget who you think you are.
Don´t say another word.
You´re meant for greatness.

The mirror´s her nemesis from insecure accomplices.
And crooked blokes in disguise messed you up behind your eyes.
Now you´re scared to talk, scared to dance.
And sick of clichés about second chances,
But it´s time to live or time to fade.
Somewhere in this place there is hope.

Keep your eyes open where you roam
Because you never know when your life´s about it change.

Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
And forget who you think you are.
Don´t say another word.
You´re meant for greatness.
Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
And forget who you think you are.
All the fear within your world, you can take it...

And greatness isn´t what you think
It´s not being up on that silver screen.
It´s not convincing people you don´t fall apart.
It´s just loving and serving and being who you are.

You were made in an image of greatness.

Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
And forget who you think you are.
Don´t say another word.
You´re meant for greatness.
Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
And forget who you think you are.
All the fear within your world, you can take it...