Think of the delicate hours we get
How they may fly like pennies we spent
Time is too shallow for minds that do dive
Deeper then even our hearts can survive
Can you explain it why it feels like I’m trapped
Caught in a war between fiction and fact

How did we get here if none of us know?
One of us first had to step on the road
Sense there was something missing to need
Wider to grasp and bigger to see
Once you set off there’s no turning back
Lost on the road between and fact

solo

One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
Lose the war

Out on a limb eight miles high
Like birds in a nest we all know how to fly
Before we are born into this egg
Babies will cry and questions will beg
Solutions may solve us up to a point
A hero might save us using by using his voice
He’ll rock you to sleep 'til you fall fast
Under the veil between fiction and fact

One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
Lose the war
I’m gonna lose the war

solo

One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
One of these days I feel like I’m gonna
Lose....