Intro:    show your hands if you need a new coat of paint if your bones are now heavy things like anchors hidden somewhere ’neath your skin or if your head’s just an empty box if your heart has become spare parts if your days are now just something you must bear well oh it seems you’re a lot like me you dug yourself into places you never thought you would be but don’t you fret and don’t you mind the only constant is change and you never know what you’ll find yeah tomorrow I might wake up nice and clean and I might believe the things I said I didn’t mean and this might turn and wind up just the way we’d dreamed and I might become the things I swore I’d always be (here would be the fancy guitar part that I haven’t figured out yet) ah ah ah aha ah ah ah aha ah ah ah ah ah ah ah aha well we’re always on our way we’re on our way well we’re always on our way we’re on our way well we’re always on our way we’re on our way well we’re always on our way we’re on our way