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Here we are, we don’t know what for. We got all we need but we’re fightin’ for more. Though we say – hey – I am okay, we still fight every day. And we spin, chasin’ our “tales”. Stories we live by that keep us in jail. Though we say – hey – I am okay, we still chase every day. It’s hell in the hamster wheel, runnin’ in place from all we feel. Imagine what we could do if we stopped those things we do and rode the love down life avenue. Ah you know, we don’t stand a chance when all our regrets come and ask us to dance. Though we say – hey – I don’t like that tune, it still sweeps us away. And those strings are so tightly wound, and all of our frets make such sorrowful sounds. Though we say – hey – I am okay, we still fret every day. It’s hell to be so afraid of changes to plans our hands have made. But oh, what our hands could do if they dropped those things they do and picked up love on life avenue. Grant us the will to rest and watch it all work out for the best. We’ll have a better view if we stop those things we do and ride the love down life avenue.