Somewhere, a child, cries out for his mother But the language doesn't make any sense Somewhere, a father looks out at the ocean Wondering if there's any fishing left Tears will rush like waterfalls With no one there holding 'em back Hearts will break without a warning We're never braced for the crash Is there a right way to cope? Is there a cure for being alone? And what makes a life feel like your own When death is all that you've known? Is this it? Is there more than this? Or is this it? Is there more, is there more than this? Life's a dream, like every fool's gold You can't take it with you when you go It seems to me the only land I'll own Will be marked with my name on a headstone Is there a right way to cope? Is there a cure for being alone? What makes a life feel like your own When death is all that you've known? Is this it? Is there more to this? Or is this it? Is there more, is there more than this? I wanna feel the earth while its beneath my feet I wanna feel the Sun washing over me I wanna taste your skin while you're in my sheets I wanna see the world, let the world see me Don't kick the chair from underneath me Don't kick the chair from underneath my feet Do you see it? Don't kick the chair from underneath me Don't kick the chair from underneath my feet