Anyway
Make your choice
Let it be the one you need
Don't lose your way
Just for any old thing
It's not what you thought
It's not what you wanted to see
But Spring in the land
And light in the day
Wasn't it good anyway?
Anyway...
Anyway...
Distant rumble
Tattered and scared
There's no way to make it fair
What remains of who we are
And what's left of how we cared
Slow down
Steady on now
Be here in this place
And hits your stride
In your own time
And who's watching anyway?
Anyway...
Anyway...