Like everything in life
It takes a bit of time
Not every day will go as planned
Not every boy grows up a man
The asking price
Was set too high
You took all the juice you had left
Drew all the air from your breath
When there's too much fire on your front steps
It's creeping up your side
When that evergreen tree
Never catches sunlight
Honey, we're two parts of a whole
So when you're feeling low
It's my job to carry you through
It's my job to carry you through
It's alright to cry
In the firing line
There's no warning when it strikes
There's no end in sight
The half-full glass
Was fumbled in the pass
Too much of the light was lost
Too many wheels came off
When the universe is a canyon
And the wind whips you around
And your feet are getting heavy
'Cause they're stapled to the ground
Honey, we're two parts of a whole
So when you're feeling low
It's my job to carry you through
It's my job to carry you through
