It's cold and clear outside, and I'm up at the break of dawn.

A thin blanket of sun is creeping over the lawn.

I can't seem to take my eyes off this nature so refined.

And when I've lost my way, I know there's a larger design. 

And where do I fit in?

And what part was I meant to play?

The picture is no longer gray,

When I look down into my little son's face. 



Life is a river of time, always seems to pass us by.

But I won't let it forget me without a roller coaster ride.

When I can't find the answers to the questions in between.

I take a good look around, I believe in what I've seen. 



And where do I fit in?

And what part was I meant to play?

The picture is no longer gray,

When I look down into my little son's face.

And I don't think that there is any better place,

Than right here.

Right here.