(I might, I might)
[HOOK]
I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street
I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet
I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed
She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead
Oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
She says I’ll miss the head, oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yeah)
Oh well
[1st VERSE]
Overcast under a lost city, as an angel falls
She's the one who got lost with me
The one that would walk with me, run sprint and even crawl with me
Close some doors with me
And dive for gold pieces of lost glory
Broken wing, focusing, on the hope within
Look at the man in the mirror and find new hope in him
Swim in the rain of these moments, stretch your arm out and hold it
Paint your path, and hope your heart stays open
Fill it up with memories and then fold it
And when people ask for it
Speak it, show it
Keep it open, free it floating, see it spoken
[HOOK]
I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street
I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet
I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed
She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead
Oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
She says I’ll miss the head, oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yeah)
Oh well
[2nd VERSE]
See me, unfold me like an artichoke
Its layers on layers on a heart that’s so hard to choke
So soft that it hardly broke, so crushed as it slightly closed, silently build up hope
Went from flying on the highest note, and climbing up the highest rope
Straight to ice after it froze from facing the cold
Kept raising breaking through smoke, there’s no breaking the broke, as it grows staying bold
Exuding the hope that it holds, shouting out what no one knows
The story of those, who believe and perceive as they hold one close
It’s dreams told on notes
It’s dreams told on notes
[HOOK]
I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street
I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet
I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed
She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead
Oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
She says I’ll miss the head, oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yeah)
Oh well
[3rd VERSE]
A fresh page, fresh ink
A fresh face, fresh skin
A gaze within, as the days sink in
And turn with the wind
But keep themselves high, swimming in red sunlight when they die
Reborn as the next pass by
One mans loss, the next mans fight
One man fought, the next man cried
Felt alive and he started to smile
Fell down but continued to try, continued his life
Erased all doubt in his mind, he arrived in his time and found his prime
Found his silver lining , and he crawled on it
He could fall, he stood tall on it
From the window to the wall, he was all on it
He hit the floor running
He hit the floor running
He was, he was all on it
(he was all on it)
[HOOK]
I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street
I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet
I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed
She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead
Oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yea)
She says I’ll miss the head, oh well
(yea, yea, yea, yeah)
Oh well