Anyway - Daniel Martin Moore

Make your choice

Let it be the one you need

Don’t lose your way

Just for any old thing

It’s not what you thought

It’s not what you wanted to see

But spring in the land, and light in the day

Wasn’t it good anyway?

Anyway… anyway…

Distant rumble, tattered and scared

There’s no way to make it fair

What remains of who we are

And what’s left of how we cared?

Slow down, steady now

Be here in this place

And hit your stride in your own time

Who’s watching anyway?

Anyway… anyway…