Hawksley Workman
Some People
Some people still see what's real and
Some people are lost in fear and
Some people remember family and
Some people go out alone and
Some people don't ask no questions and
Some people will think what's dangerous and
Some people see the world as friendly
Some people see the world as strangers
Some people believe an answer
Will come to save us from ourselves and
Some people think hope's outdated
Expect the world to go to hell
And you
You're coming to me
With your arms wide and your true heart
And you
You see the beauty in things
As they break down and come apart
Some people live life in anger and
Some people keep their doors locked and
Some people contain their heartache and
Some people one day melt down and
Some people will act outrageous
If they think you want to take what's rightfully theirs and
Some people think they're born entitled and
Some people hope you're running scared and
Some people won't have the strength to conquer
The fear that's being shoved down our throats
And some people will simply crumble
In the face of what's to come
And you
You're coming to me
With your arms wide and your true heart
And you
You see the beauty in things
As they break down and fall apart
And you
You're like the flowers that grow
From the cracks in the pavement
And you
You know how dark I can be
But you still come to save me
And you
You're coming to me
With your arms wide and your true heart
And you
You see the beauty in things
As they break down and fall apart
And you
You're like the flowers that grow
From the cracks in the pavement
And you
You know how dark I can be
But you still come to save me, yeah