Fumbling his confidence 
 And wondering why the world has passed him by 
 Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments 
 And failed attempts to fly, fly 

 [bad word] 
 We were meant to live for so much more 
 Have we lost ourselves? 
 Somewhere we live inside 
 Somewhere we live inside 
 We were meant to live for so much more 
 Have we lost ourselves? 
 Somewhere we live inside 

 Dreaming about Providence
 And whether mice or men have second tries 
 Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open 
 Maybe we're bent and broken, broken 

 [bad word]  

 We want more than this world's got to offer 
 We want more than this world's got to offer 
 We want more than the wars of our fathers 
 And everything inside screams for second life, yeah

 We were meant to live for so much more 
 Have we lost ourselves? 
 We were meant to live for so much more 
 Have we lost ourselves? 
 We were meant to live for so much more 
 Have we lost ourselves? 
 We were meant to live 
 We were meant to live