Everyone counts their own mistakes
but I walk them off as if it’s by foot
and I need someone just like you
to clean this mess up with me
To open all of these dusty cupboards
and to listen to my old records with someone
to move into someone else’s days
and take out my heart out of it’s closet
But God will help us even more than that
the goodness will come back to the good
life is writing a new page
one day I will stand in front of your station too
I know, God will help us even more than that
the goodness will come back to the good
the pain in our chests will disappear
I still believe the good people
And I need someone to give me a push
and to take the sleepiness away from my eyes
to move into someone else’s days
and take out my heart out of it’s closet