Everybody

We've all been lucky, we all wake up

We all lose somethin' to fill our cup

We all lose somethin' to steal it back

But it's not ours anymore

And it's fadin' fast

And everybody everybody

Gets to be somebody sometime

We've all been flirting

With the perfect day

When they think we're perfect

Yeah but who are they

A man is great he is made great

By what he loves

And we could love each other

But it's not enough

But everybody...

Maybe tomorrow

Your turn

My turn

A man is great, he is made great

He is shot down

To read the book you're gonna have to look

In the lost and found

But everybody...

Maybe tomorrow

Your turn

My turn