| Every person has their story, the one they vamp |
| and revamp |
| There is a way through constant sorrow |
| But we must do more than light the lamp |
| Unlike Zhivago at the window Pining Lara’s love |
| We dare not wait the weather to join the |
| high suspended dove |
| Cause yesterday my baby girl walked up to a little boy |
| And I watched her curl her arms around him |
| And transform her fear to joy |
| And if I believe we’ve blown our purpose |
| Then I might have missed the chance |
| To see Gandhi in two babies' bodies |
| And watch them spin and dance. |
| you gotta go for fire |
| you gotta go for what you know so well |
| you gotta go for why you came this way |
| And Live your story tall and well |
| Maybe you can’t believe somehow |
| That things can turn around |
| All your life it just seemed like some were destined upward |
| And some were destined down |
| And it’s just not gonna be that simple for us |
| Cause it’s not so hard to see |
| That’s it’s a huge and limitless sky describing what will be. |
| And There might be a disillusioning calm |
| in the winds that blow |
| But believe that changes come |
| Keep your dream, knowing dreams come slow |
| And beat your drum for those before you |
| And for those eager on the side |
| And light a candle for life’s still and riotous dream to |
| Dwell where love abides |
| you gotta go for the mystery |
| you gotta go for the high true flight |
| to deny the grace in tragedy |
| is to deny the beauty in the owl’s lonesome night |
| you gotta go for fire |
| you gotta go for what you know so well |
| you gotta go for why you came this way |
| and live your story cell to cell to cell |
| If we’re in everything we think, and everything we do |
| Then I am in you and you’re in me, |
| and only Nothing is as true. |
| There is a way through constant sorrow |
| There is a way through constant sorrow |
| There is a way through constant sorrow |