[Verse 1]
There is a note, there is one perfect way of being
And I know that I will find it out someday
And there are times when I find myself repeating
Every stupid thing I swore I'd never say

But I will rise, I will face the morning laughing
And I'll try and find myself along the way
But there are days that I keep myself from crying
As I try and face another goddamned day

[Chorus]
So we wait behind
And we search for signs to follow you, follow you
We try, and climb
Though we know that, mathematically speaking, it gets
Harder every day
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again

[Verse 2]
Matthew, you looked at me and said, "There's something not quite right," I know
I'd change the subject and I'd grab a pack of cards out of my pocket
To distract me now
Convincing me that I am not alone
Matthew, I worry about it sometimes, say, the voices in my head
And there are mornings where I wonder how I've kept ourselves from death
But I know I will find a way
Because I always find a way

[Chorus]
So we wait behind
And we search for signs to follow you, follow you
We try, and climb
Though we know that, mathematically speaking, it gets
Harder every day
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again

[Bridge]
So now we try to keep the past behind
Hold back the troubled horrors, the darkness in your mind
Try and find an answer; not quite grace, but always right
Back to faint music, back to ordinary light!

[Chorus]
So we wait behind
And we search for signs to follow you, follow you
We try, and climb
Though we know that, mathematically speaking, it gets
Harder every day
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
[Outro]
There is a note, there is one perfect way of being
And I know that I will find it out someday
And there are times where I find myself repeating
Every stupid thing I swore I'd never say

But I will rise, I will face the morning laughing
And I'll try and find myself along the way
But there are days that I keep myself from crying
As I try and face another goddamned day