If I was a paragon of someone who could stand alone
And still build something good
I would build a better stage
My spirit would quell the rage and fly out of the woods
But if there is a chance that hands can do something my memory can't
I'll keep whatever we can make
If I was an exemplar of someone who could make days start I'd start a better day
One where I'd escape the lies and put my anxious mind aside to dwell on where we lay
If I overturn impa**e and pull our bodies from the gra**
I'll keep whatever we can make