Lyrics

Some days flow like a river of darkness,
And some days you smell the smoke of war,
And some days your mind is living in a fog,
And some days you can't open up your door,

Well you can live in a world of fear,
Praying for the waters run clear,
But in your fog you find your crossroad,
And maybe you can feel a new wind blow,

And you're thinking maybe you only just survived,
So turn your face to the new day's sun,
And maybe you'll find you have arrived,
Cause you got to twenty-one,
Yeah somehow, you got to twenty-one,
Yeah somehow, you got to twenty-one,

Remember those days like my kitchen table,
Wandering round room to room,
While out in the streets there's still fog in the air,
And faces in masks in my neighborhood,

Well you can live in a world of fear,
Praying for the waters run clear,
But in your fog you find your crossroad,
And maybe you can feel a new wind blow,

And you're thinking maybe you only just survived,
So turn your face to the new day's sun,
And maybe you'll find you have arrived,
Cause you got to twenty-one,
Yeah somehow, you got to twenty-one,
Yeah somehow, you got to twenty-one,