Most People

I believe most people are good
Maybe that's my downfall
'Cause if pride goes first, do you think I could stay on the wall?
'Cause my ego is stripped to the wood
Maybe that's alright now
'Cause if I kept up, I'd lose hold of who I was anyhow

Maybe I had to run off to the woods
To see the forest for the trees
Maybe I had to put off what I could
To see who would stay and who would leave
Now I believe

Most everyone could
Cut their fingers down some
Let the blood run freely unknowingly salting the loam
No one said Matt, I think you should cut your losses now
Go pick up your mess, Just pack up the tents and go home!

Maybe I had to run off to the woods
To see the forest for the trees
Maybe I had to put off what I could
To see who would stay and who would leave
And here I dreamt I was sent to a cold
And hostile place to meet the beast
And how I felt that those labyrinth walls
Could hold off a siege from all of Crete
And in this dream

The endless halls of barrier walls
The hungry call of something I could not see
Drifting into sight, the on air light disrupts my plight
A thousand eyes were on me

But I think most people are good
And I know that's my downfall
But if pride goes first, why am I the one to take every fall?

Even though my work is unparalleled
Even Though my work is done

Maybe I had to run off to the woods
To see the forest for the trees
Maybe I had to put off what I could
To see who would stay and who would leave
Maybe I had to run off to the woods
To see the forest for the trees
Maybe I had to put off something good
To see who was waiting for me
Now I believe
Most people are good!