But maybe that's okay Some people search the whole world over Just to find a love, that's even half as true Ooo ooo, ooo ooo, ooo ooo Well maybe I'm just lucky As the love I've found in you I've found in you Well I bet my buddies are out on the town

Oh we don't know the roads that we're heading down We don't know if we're lost, that we'll find a way We don't know if we leave, will we make it home We don't know, there's hope, then we'll be okay It's hard when you're living and you don't feel much And

Change that will make everything okay Well the stars are out tonight And I got nowhere to go But my nowhere is somewhere You really don't wanna know And in the morning, I'll be at the stoplight Looking kinda strange Asking for forgiveness And begging for

They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is

And I guess we'll just keep goin' our separate ways So I drink and I smoke and I act like I'm okay Ain't no tellin' how long that suns been up 'Cause it's dark as a dungeon while I'm lying here in this bunk I can hear em' sound checkin' but I'm not sure

How about now? Why would we wait We'll make it It's just who we are When every hour could be the last And every road could be unsafe But we'll be okay Say where to go And I know that I won't slow down

Hey! (hey!) We'll be okay (hey!) 'Cause when the sun comes up (hey!) It's the start of a new day I said, hey! (hey!) We'll be alright (hey!) A hundred million stars Shinin' down on you, tonight (hey!)

I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh

Hope I'm feeling this good when it's Monday morning Been doing my own thing, can't say that I'm sorry And I can only pray someday that we'll all be More than just okay, we can be so free And I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah I can