Suppose...

I suppose some things work out some ways
and other things work out other ways
and who decides who goes, who stays
not i, said me, not i

I suppose the sun can warm up doubt
and ease pain both within, without
and sometimes cause a dreadful drought
for me, said i, for me

but no other path
no other choice
no other song can feature my voice
quite like here
quite like now
the thoughts flow out so easy somehow
and it's not right
to continuously fight
still someone is under my skin tonight
so i'll go home
and go to sleep
and all of these secrets i'll keep

it's not easy
and love is not always breezy
some times it's freezing
not the least bit appeasing

and it goes on... and on. . .and on . . .