Whether Terrified or Unafraid - '68

Whoo!

Ow!

Whoo!

I counted back from twenty-Mississippi

I let the chips fall as they very well, please

And by the time you even spoke my name

It was already too late and I know that you will

You’ll miss us

Ooh!

And by the time the dialogue fades

Heaven comes and heaven goes away

This is a fight (yeah it’s a fight)

Hold on to the voices in your head

Standing up under the weight of it all

And I’m hoping they see me soon after the storm

But then hope is a four-letter word that I wrote on my fingers

When nothing else even came close

Whoo!

You’ll miss us

Aw yeah!

I’m restless

Yeah, but I’m making it out

So stand up and make a sound

I’m standing alone, yeah, but I’m making it out

Stand up and make a sound

I feel like everybody else is gone

I could have been anyone from anywhere

But I chose to be me

From right here

I could have been anyone from anywhere

But I chose to be me

From right here

And I could have been anyone from anywhere

But I chose to be me, yeah

From right here

And I could have been anyone from anywhere

But-but I chose to be me

From right here

And I could have been anyone from anywhere (from anywhere)

But I chose to be myself

From right here