More to This
I said someday when I'm older, I'll live my dreams
And when I get my things in order, I'll be free
But there are some things only years of life can teach
And I'm learning there is more to this than me
Well, this life moves on like seasons of a tree
The branches grow but wither eventually
And every time that cold wind comes to take away my leaves
I remember there is more to this than me
Hollow learning
Lord I'm sorry
Empty yearnings
Lord I'm sorry
Aimless burning
Lord I'm sorry
I'm returning
Lord I'm sorry
I'm sorry
And when I get my things in order, I'll be free
But there are some things only years of life can teach
And I'm learning there is more to this than me
Well, this life moves on like seasons of a tree
The branches grow but wither eventually
And every time that cold wind comes to take away my leaves
I remember there is more to this than me
Hollow learning
Lord I'm sorry
Empty yearnings
Lord I'm sorry
Aimless burning
Lord I'm sorry
I'm returning
Lord I'm sorry
I'm sorry
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Writer(s): Dean Schimmelpfennig
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