Some people say the world doesn't need us,
we could be breath or be dust,
the world could be gone and we would all be lost,
or the earth will remain and we not.
You might wake up different one day,
or the wind might change and you will stay the same.
Blame it on god and call me a heathen,
I tell you it's for no reason,
say that I'm wrong and show me your reason,
or show me the door, I'm leaving.
You might wake up different one day,
or the wind might change and you will stay the same.
Are we staring out in wonder?
Wondering do they stare back at us,
wondering if there is a reason,
wondering when we'll go back to dust.
Some people say the world doesn't need us,
we could be breath or be dust,
the world could be gone and we would all be lost,
or the earth will remain and we not.