Oh Well - MIO.

I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street

I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet

I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed

She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead

Oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yea)

She says I’ll miss the head, oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yeah)

Oh well

Overcast under a lost city, as an angel falls

She’s the one who got lost with me

The one that would walk with me, run sprint and even crawl with me

Close some doors with me

And dive for gold pieces of lost glory

Broken wing, focusing, on the hope within

Look at the man in the mirror and find new hope in him

Swim in the rain of these moments, stretch your arm out and hold it

Paint your path, and hope your heart stays open

Fill it up with memories and then fold it

And when people ask for it

Speak it, show it

Keep it open, free it floating, see it spoken

I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street

I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet

I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed

She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead

Oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yea)

She says I’ll miss the head, oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yeah)

Oh well

See me, unfold me like an artichoke

Its layers on layers on a heart that’s so hard to choke

So soft that it hardly broke, so crushed as it slightly closed, silently build

up hope

Went from flying on the highest note, and climbing up the highest rope

Straight to ice after it froze from facing the cold

Kept raising breaking through smoke, there’s no breaking the broke,

as it grows staying bold

Exuding the hope that it holds, shouting out what no one knows

The story of those, who believe and perceive as they hold one close

It’s dreams told on notes

It’s dreams told on notes

I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street

I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet

I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed

She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead

Oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yea)

She says I’ll miss the head, oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yeah)

Oh well

A fresh page, fresh ink

A fresh face, fresh skin

A gaze within, as the days sink in

And turn with the wind

But keep themselves high, swimming in red sunlight when they die

Reborn as the next pass by

One mans loss, the next mans fight

One man fought, the next man cried

Felt alive and he started to smile

Fell down but continued to try, continued his life

Erased all doubt in his mind, he arrived in his time and found his prime

Found his silver lining, and he crawled on it

He could fall, he stood tall on it

From the window to the wall, he was all on it

He hit the floor running

He hit the floor running

He was, he was all on it

(he was all on it)

I might wake in the wrong bed, right side of the street

I might wake up in the wrong bed, been finding my feet

I might wake up in the wrong street, right side of the bed

She says I’ll miss the head, I feel mislead

Oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yea)

She says I’ll miss the head, oh well

(yea, yea, yea, yeah)

Oh well