Things are not perfect
In fact they're quite out of place
You can't always get the answers
Can't stick a name to the face
That's how it goes
Barrels rolls to an end
It rushes and it pushes
It breaks and it bends...
Leave it all behind you
Be the storm-tossed man!
Your life it has
A bigger plan
When the eye is near you
In the calm you'll stand
You will emerge
The storm-tossed man!
Life is not perfect
In fact you're quite out of place
You won't always get your answers
There's no name to your face
That's how it goes
Tumbles, rolls, then it ends
It gushes and it pushes
You'll break, and you'll mend...
Leave it all behind you
Be the storm-tossed man!
Your life it has
A bigger plan
When the eye is near you
In the calm you'll stand
You will emerge
The storm-tossed man!