On the other side nothing but brown grass Now I find myself rolling 'round on brown grass Now I find myself falling down on brown grass Now I'm open wide To the truth I left behind Her loves so hard to find Why didn't I know that she was a essential part

As I follow you, where will you lead me In the moment you die Why do we owe anyone repentance, repentance We don't owe, we don't owe Question, all that you knew Question, It's how you'll find the truth Question, question It will only make you stronger To

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Who will save your soul and love me here. And I find my place So well let down your guard So when it get's too late When it get's too far Know this is a universal truth People let me down. So reach out for the things that you can use Buried in the ground

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I open my eyes, each morning I rise To find the truth I know that is there It's my freedom I'm lucky to breathe, I'm lucky to feel, I'm glad to wake up, I'm glad to be here With all of this world, and all of it's pain, All of it's lies, and all of its

What are we supposed to do After all that we've been through When everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone? There is nothing left to prove No use to deny this simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that the love

To find the truth we must turn around We are lost but keep moving forward We're born helpless But guided by humanity What was compassion? Soon controls the way we think Familiarity has left me desensitized And inanity keeps deception disguised History

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Home now, I'm home now But I'm home now And I'm one of those lucky ones I've been roaming round the lost and found One more mile in my shoes Spoke my hearts when I had the mind to Lost my way, trying to find truth Cross my heart and I hope to make it