I’ve been looking for the answer to this same old question.
I feel it out but I have never found my way.
With this frustration I can barely close my eyes
And I’m seeing the world in a bloodshot spotlight.

So what’s the difference if we cherish life or waste it all now?
Is there really something out there when we’re gone?
Sometimes I stand on the beach in the sand
With a tear in my eye and I yell at the sky:
“There’s gotta be something more.”

Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
And now, you’ll hear me screaming.
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Get up, get up, get up.
And can you hear me crying out?
As I’m standing there, it all comes crashing down.
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
It’s a fallout.

Since you’ve been gone I wonder how the hell I’ll make it through this,
Every intention was for me to carry on.
Yet now I’m lost and I can’t find my place to save my life,
If you were here, I’d ask you why you left us.

Maybe the key behind this wall of shame is to never ask why.
Is life a gift or just a test to see us try?
But in the end, if all these questions point to one conclusion,
May the road rise to meet you there
With the wind always at your back.

Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
And now, you’ll hear me screaming.
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Get up, get up, get up.
And can you hear me crying out?
As I’m standing there, it all comes crashing down.
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
It’s a fallout.

Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
And now, you’ll hear me screaming.
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Get up, get up, get up.
And can you hear me crying out?
As I’m standing there, it all comes crashing down.
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
It’s a fallout.

This heart was meant to be broken
By words better left unspoken.
I’m getting closer to the truth.
Now can you hear me crying out?
As I’m standing there, it all comes crashing down.
It’s a fallout,
It’s a fallout.