there's more than one way
to take a man's breath away
a beautiful song
or the right kind of pain
it's a dying art
finding a brand new start
and still chase the sun
building shelter from the rain
hey
don't listen to what the experts say
you know the path of least resistance
turns out crooked anyway
the wind still blows
the bare winter tree still grows
but the silence adds a stillness to the heart
the world still turns
dancing for a fire that burns
yet you stand there a bones chilling in this light
well hey
you never see a dead man cry
but you can swim inside the sorrows
of a little girl's eyes
you can go through life
try to hold your grip
but you lose your mind instead spending all your time
trying to steer your ship
never find that the winds ain't there
then the truth rolls in
like an aerial strike
laying waste to the fight you're in
and your field of dreams
here comes a burial sight in the end
your heart can't stop
moments where a pain can drop
and you pause
staring off into the sky
and hey
don't listen to what the experts say
you know the path of least resistance
turns out crooked anyway
you'll never see a dead man cry
but you can swim inside the sorrows
of a little girl's eyes
hey
you know the road ahead gets dark and deep
they say that hindsight's twenty twenty
you gotta look behind to see
