Forces of Nature
I don't begin to even understand
The reason things are the way they are
The push, the pull, the seemingly alarming notion that
It's all about to change
So why should I even attempt to try to resist
Or walk away
We could be all alone together
Or altogether alone
Just spots in space
In this place that we call home
It's all arbitrary what's ordinary
And what's worth a second glance
Or a chance
That the whole could be greater
Than simply the sum of its parts
It's been said that happiness makes for empty pages
And tragedies, they write themselves
Still every day we find a way
To make something into nothing
When there's nothing left to say
It's true at times that we are powerless against
Some forces of nature
The rise, the fall, the overwhelming urge to stand still
And remain right where we are
The earth, it turns, and we, we learn
And we do the very best we can
We could be all alone together
Or altogether alone
Just spots in space
In this place that we call home
It's all arbitrary what's ordinary
And what's worth a second glance
Or a chance
That the whole could be greater
Than simply the sum of its parts
The reason things are the way they are
The push, the pull, the seemingly alarming notion that
It's all about to change
So why should I even attempt to try to resist
Or walk away
We could be all alone together
Or altogether alone
Just spots in space
In this place that we call home
It's all arbitrary what's ordinary
And what's worth a second glance
Or a chance
That the whole could be greater
Than simply the sum of its parts
It's been said that happiness makes for empty pages
And tragedies, they write themselves
Still every day we find a way
To make something into nothing
When there's nothing left to say
It's true at times that we are powerless against
Some forces of nature
The rise, the fall, the overwhelming urge to stand still
And remain right where we are
The earth, it turns, and we, we learn
And we do the very best we can
We could be all alone together
Or altogether alone
Just spots in space
In this place that we call home
It's all arbitrary what's ordinary
And what's worth a second glance
Or a chance
That the whole could be greater
Than simply the sum of its parts
Credits
Writer(s): Maryjo Mattea Oster
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