Everybody's looking for a way to fill the hole Between the things they think they have to have And the longing of their soul
The more we lose direction the harder to define What comes from the heart or From the deceptions of the mind.
But for all a time will come when the truth will show it's face. It's not something you can purchase Nor win within a race
For some it will bring comfort while others will cry tears For all the lost priorities For all the wasted years
It may hit you while your standing or 6 feet underground Sometimes as loud as thunder Sometimes without a sound
You can run from it your whole life, but not far or fast enough Because in your life or death it always finds you.... You'll get the point.
And when your years are 4 times 20 You've got everything but health Your life's an empty mansion, you're abandoned by your wealth
This is the time that you will see it there's no turning a blind eye It's not too late to change it It's not too late to fly.
It may hit you while your standing or 6 feet underground Sometimes as loud as thunder Sometimes without a sound
You can run from it your whole life, but never far or fast enough Because in your life or death it always finds you.... You'll get the point.