In perfect stillness and quiet nights,
I look out west and just see sky.
Cause all my life, I’ve been praying for better days.
No longer young.
And this song's been sung,
too many times before.
And it's too late, to go back and change my ways.

I'll sing this song.
A song of praise.
Of days gone by and better days.
As I grow older,

I try to seize the day.
But I just seize up.
You break down my desire.
Cause all my life I've tried so hard,
to make amends, mend my ways.
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You make me content with discontent.
You let me know that I’m not alone
And I can always rest my head on your shoulder.
I shut my eyes and breathe you in.
And just tonight I want to die.
Cause all my life, I've been praying for better days.
I need to know if I add up.
If I am what I’d always hoped.
I feel so small as I get older.

And if we take our proudest moments
and stand them up against the rest of all our days.
Would we be satisfied?
And could we say,
“I am so much more than the sum of all my parts”?