Good Fight

What doesn't kill us makes us die inside
What doesn't make sense makes it easy to lie
What terrifies us makes us run and hide
It don't kill us, but we'll always know it tried

You never asked to be a hero
You didn't want the wisdom
You never chose to fight the good fight

But you were touched by a father's hand
That was never held quite tight enough
And you crossed paths with a runaway train
That never had no tracks at all

And you had to face it
To try and stop it
Or just let it go
Or somewhere in between

What nearly happens happens again and again in our minds
And dreams are at least half of our lives
The first time it goes wrong it comes as some surprise
But in time when we get hurt we start to think it's alright

You never meant to be so selfless
You didn't try to be courageous
You never wanted to fight the good fight

But you were touched by a father's hand
That was never held quite tight enough
And you crossed paths with a runaway train
That never had no tracks at all

And you had to embrace it
To try and steer it
Or let it spin out of control
Or somewhere in between

What doesn't kill us makes us die inside
What doesn't make sense makes it easy to lie
What terrifies us makes us run and hide
And it might not kill us, but we'll always wonder why it tried
And why it failed
You never asked for it

But you were touched by a father's hand
That was never held quite tight enough
And you crossed paths with a runaway train
That never had no tracks at all

But you had to ride it
To try to save it
And you couldn't let go
You're still caught in between