I can give a hundred million reasons
To build a barricade
I blame it on the changing of the seasons
The thoughts that I've conveyed
I can give a hundred million reasons
To build a barricade
I blame it on the changing of the seasons
The thoughts that I've conveyed
Some might say they don't believe in heaven,
go and tell it to the man who lives in hell.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding.
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how...
You need more time
Because your thoughts
And words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it'll ever work out right
It's O.K, it's alright