Concept Of Chance
Some people will slip away if let go
When asked to stand still amidst a movement of soul
They won't simply stand
For the concept of chance
With those between their ankles
I could not have asked for him to wait
But I wish he would have known
If he would have just stood still
He would still be here for me to call home
To call home
And I know why I am here
Cuz baby I am not not people
To me that is so clear
That as this world keep sinking deeper
I will simply stand
For the concept of chance
With those between my ankles
Oh, I could not have asked for him to wait
But I wish he would have known
If he would have just stood still
He would still be here for me to call home
To call home
Some people will slip away if let go
When asked to stand still
Amidst a movement of soul
They won't simply stand
For the concept of chance
With those between their ankles
With those between their ankles