Listen – everything that's lost isn't always meant to be found, right

And some things that you find

Are probably meant to be lost...

I found that life is what you make it, so I made it a song

For the world to hear, and, hopefully you'll sing along

I found a loophole that leads to who knows where

Let's just hope the path revealed is a shield from all the grey hair

Love can only exist if hate holds its hand

That origami box never unfolds according to plan

There's a thin line between ecstasy and evolution

Screaming silence: it's the perfect recipe for revolution

I found that children are a blessing and a curse

'Cause they reflect who you are – at your best and at your worst

I've looked above clouds and below sea level

Searched the hearts of crowds with a fine tooth comb

I've dissected sound and found a rebel

Broke down style til I was a mile from home

The days and nights, stage and lights, records and mics

Show a road that I've trekked all along

Wrong or right, my life's the song I'll perform tonight

Just to show you that my light burns strong

I found confidence where cadence laid obvious

And amazed onlookers stayed captive as verses laid

I found my wife's smile again and pocketed a precious stone

There's nothing worse than being drowned in frowns when you're alone

I found death, it rests between sleep and awake

Proving that you live as much as you give, and to die is to take

Where's the bridge over troubled waters? I'm trying to take a stroll

As the rivers rush and waves crash to flood my soul

Where's the open doors, I'm tired of picking locks

And breaking windows, throwing rocks

And ticking clocks til the candle rekindles

Where's tomorrow?

I thought I found fragments in yesterday

Remnants of imagination figments on which my kids can play

Where's desire?

Somewhere between patience and insanity

Can it be I found myself between humility and vanity?

Wheres Jawar?

I left him on a mountain shooting for the stars

Hoping to land on the green and get his game up to par

I found what's worth having is worth losing

And life is not worth living without a little bruising

If only I would have gathered a staff to take notes and jot quotes

To give me some focus and notice my thesis

I would have found that the puzzle was incomplete

But only I can uncover and insert the missing pieces

But only I can uncover and insert the missing pieces

But only I can uncover and insert the missing pieces

But only I can uncover and insert the missing pieces

But only I can uncover and insert the missing pieces...