Where do I belong?
What a strange question
What does that even mean?
Don't I know by now?
There's no such thing
We are where we happen to be
So let's not pretend it's our fault
But let's not pretend we're not all part
Part of it all, we're part of it all
We're all part of the story
We're part of it all, we're all part of it all
We're all part of the horror and the glory
We're part of it all, we're part of it all
We're all part of the same long story
How strange to realize
I really, really am alive!
Which means I'll die
Don't I know by now not to spend my days drifting further away?
When what would I give in the end for five minutes more with an old friend?
And yet, here I am
Here I am
So, if time gives no reason for leaving each season behind
Then I can get by without quite knowing how it all rhymes
We're all sons of sons
Born of what's yet to come
Nothing more than what's already been said and done
So, whether I cry
Or I hold my head high
While it's there to get, I get by
With a smile
And I don't ask why
I don't know why
I don't need to know why