The Sequence

Too many strangers standing in line
No concept of fear with no question of why
Where are they going? What are they going through?
Asking the question, "What are we going to do?"

They may want a simple life
Taking every day in stride
I may want to meet you there

Too many strangers live without a care
(Don't you see I have to get away?)
Living every day in a sequence
You may hope for another holiday
(Don't you see I have to get away?)
But you can't live your days like that

Too many options to choose one
Every soldier's day has come
You may never meet me there
That don't mean that I don't care

You may want a simple life
Taking every day in stride
I may want to meet you there

The story goes on and on
Another badge from things you've done
A simple tale of a rolling fate
A new adventure every day

Too many strangers standing in line
No concept of fear with no question of why
Where are they going? What are they going through?
Asking the question, "What are we going to do?"



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Riback, Christopher Richmond, Steve Lefkow
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