What's Next
We strive to be righteous, and we work through the night
Crafting art that's inside us into arms for the fight
We arrive on the stage awaiting praise we expect
Only to be asked "What's Next?"
What's Next
"So I'm almost done what do you think?"
"That's great and all babe, I'm proud of you, but what's next?"
"What's next?"
You didn't think you were done, did you?
Words are fine and all, but it doesn't mean much until you back it up.
So yeah, what's next?
We strive to be righteous, and we work through the night
Crafting art that's inside us into arms for the fight
We arrive on the stage awaiting praise we expect
Only to be asked "What's Next?"
What's Next?
You didn't think you were done, did you?
Words are fine and all, but it doesn't mean much until you back it up.
So yeah, what's next?
You've strived to be righteous, and you've worked through the night
To craft the art that's inside you into arms for the fight
You've traveled wide and far, and you've come a long way
And all you've created is at last on display
All the wisdom you've amassed is ready to be spread
Let nothing be held back and nothing go unsaid
You've tapped the zeitgeist and you're feeling quite woke
And of course, you're rather proud of the words that you spoke
While your actions may be lacking your ideals are surely grand
For the passion in your art inspires minds across the land
Now your time has come and you're standing on deck
To receive the accolades and the praise you expect
You step out onto stage and await their respect
Only to be asked "WHAT'S NEXT"
Crafting art that's inside us into arms for the fight
We arrive on the stage awaiting praise we expect
Only to be asked "What's Next?"
What's Next
"So I'm almost done what do you think?"
"That's great and all babe, I'm proud of you, but what's next?"
"What's next?"
You didn't think you were done, did you?
Words are fine and all, but it doesn't mean much until you back it up.
So yeah, what's next?
We strive to be righteous, and we work through the night
Crafting art that's inside us into arms for the fight
We arrive on the stage awaiting praise we expect
Only to be asked "What's Next?"
What's Next?
You didn't think you were done, did you?
Words are fine and all, but it doesn't mean much until you back it up.
So yeah, what's next?
You've strived to be righteous, and you've worked through the night
To craft the art that's inside you into arms for the fight
You've traveled wide and far, and you've come a long way
And all you've created is at last on display
All the wisdom you've amassed is ready to be spread
Let nothing be held back and nothing go unsaid
You've tapped the zeitgeist and you're feeling quite woke
And of course, you're rather proud of the words that you spoke
While your actions may be lacking your ideals are surely grand
For the passion in your art inspires minds across the land
Now your time has come and you're standing on deck
To receive the accolades and the praise you expect
You step out onto stage and await their respect
Only to be asked "WHAT'S NEXT"
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Andrew Maxwell
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