Verse 1

I count the years by the marks on the door

By names I forgot and the roads I ignored

A pocket of change, a key with no lock

The hands keep moving; I keep watching the clock

Pre-Chorus

If there's a reason written anywhere

It won't come easy; it won't come fair

Chorus

Tell me what a life is for

When the answers leave through every door

I won't wait for a sign to appear

I'll make a reason from the days I'm here

Tell me what a life can mean

In the ordinary, in the in-between

If the road won't tell me where to begin

I'll take the first step and begin again