I'M WRITIN' DOWN MY DREAMS
ALL I'D LIKE TO SEE
STARTIN' WITH THE BEES
OR ELSE THEY'RE GONNA DIE
THERE WON'T BE NO TREES
OR AIR FOR US TO BREATHE
I START FEELIN' MAD
BUT THEN I FEEL INSPIRED
THINKIN' 'BOUT THE DAYS
COMIN' HOME WITH DIRTY FEET
FROM PLAYIN' WITH MY DAD
ALL DAY IN THE CREEK
HE SOMEHOW HAS A WAY
OF KNOWIN' WHAT TO SAY
SO, WHEN I'M FEELIN' SAD
HE MAKES ME FEEL INSPIRED
WE... ARE MEANT FOR MORE
YOU'RE THE HANDLE ON THE DOOR
THAT OPENS UP TO CHANGE
I KNOW IT SOUNDS SO STRANGE
TO THINK
WE... ARE MEANT FOR MORE
YOU'RE THE HANDLE ON THE DOOR
THAT OPENS UP THE CHANGE
I KNOW THAT
SOUNDS SO STRANGE
'CAUSE YOU'VE ALWAYS
FELT SO SMALL
BUT KNOW YOU AREN'T AT ALL
AND I HOPE YOU FEEL INSPIRED
OH... I HOPE YOU FEEL INSPIRED
OH... OH...
AND HOW CAN WE ESCAPE
ALL THE FEAR AND ALL THE HATE
IS ANYONE
WATCHIN' US DOWN HERE
AND DEATH IS LIFE
IT'S NOT A CURSE
REMINDS US OF TIME
AND WHAT IT'S WORTH
TO MAKE THE MOST OF IT
WHILE WE'RE HERE
WE... ARE MEANT FOR MORE
YOU'RE THE HANDLE ON THE DOOR
THAT OPENS UP TO CHANGE
I KNOW IT SOUNDS SO STRANGE
TO THINK
WE... ARE MEANT FOR MORE
THERE'S A LOCK UPON THE DOOR
BUT WE HOLD THE KEY TO CHANGE
BUT HOW CAN WE ESCAPE
ALL THE FEAR AND ALL THE HATE
IS ANYONE
WATCHIN' US DOWN HERE