All my live
I've been selling the truth
Of a live-less soul

All my live
I've been waiting for something
To give me hope

You haven't seen what I saw,
17 months a year... when it rained

By all aspiring me, I do what I have to now

[Chorus]
Rolling out of my bed
I still can't find the truth I've been searching for
Going back instead I shot my eyes dream who I could be once more
They see the trouble with me is that I'm one who knows
But I just don't understand
Rolling back my head I think I've learned that I do want to live...
Again

All my friends
They've been telling me
"You are a kindred soul"

All my friends
If they only knew who I was before, but...
They haven't been where I've been before
17 months a year

[Chorus]

So I tried to go on
Still I'd like to go on in this world
Well that's live... We go on
Live we go on in this world

[Chorus]

All my live... I've been telling the truth of a live-less soul
All my live... I've been waiting for something to leave me hope

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Eric Schermerhorn, Henry Samuel