And so our life is in the garage.
The walls closing in.
I know the four of us will manage
And maybe create a win.
The tide of luck; It flows against us.
All things travel in threes.
It’s just as well that fortune is illusion.
Nothing will bring us to our knees.

Nowhere else to go.
Fighting through the rain and snow,
Reality cuts like a knife.
I don’t like this flow.
It’s crazy, but I know to
Trust the timing of my life.

Oh sound, you have renewed my hope.
Let’s take our own course.
A breath to blow away the remnants.
Learning to live with the force.
There is indeed a fine reward.
Conscience is the path.
I’ll find true beauty in the chaos
And try to make it last.