Somebody, somewhere along the lines of jealousy and jest,
forgot on the blur of the freeway lights he could only be his best
when he forgives a plastic smile
and the small timing he detests, oh yeah...
Theres more than one way,
Yeah, theres more than one way,
Ah, theres more than one way
to see the world.
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of practicalities path,
forgotten to the weight of his day that you can think your way into last
yeah and out of first, but oh Lord, there are much worse things out there than that...
There is more than one way,
Yeah, theres more than one way,
Yeah, theres more than one way
to see the world.
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of blindfolded misery,
forgot in the flash of of hatreds fire, that there is more of man that you can see.
Yeah, and what you can hear from the ignorant one
who cannot help what hes already seen...
Theres more than one way,
Yeah, theres more than one way,
Yeah, theres more than one way,
to see the world.
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of golden and glorified truth,
forgot in the glow of his sparkling light, the complexities of his youth.
Yeah, and stumbling down from the pedestal,
as all of us eventually do, he will remember.
And this time hell know for sure, yeah...
Yeah there is more than one way,
Theres more than one way...
Yeah, theres more than one way to see the world,
Yeah, theres more than one way to see the world...