When we were young we used to run for miles
Endless journeys under endless skies
We'd be going for days on end
In celebration of our working legs
However hard the wind blew
There's really nothing that we wouldn't do
To set our eyes on what we never knew
To know the rest of the story
Oh, it's good to be born
Just tell me it's okay
To move at my own pace
Oh, it's good to be born
To see what's to come
The sound of footsteps chasing me down
Thought I'd be further along by now
Been on the roam since the day I left home
To destinations I will never know
Keeping time, not keeping faith
Keeping score without playing the game
Like a movie without a name
Bruises magnified and on display
I sometimes wish for the days
To last for twenty-four minutes instead
I'd just watch the sun set
Skip to the end of the story
Oh, I'm tired and worn
Would you tell me it's okay
To move at my own pace
Oh, it's good to be born...
Tell me
Are you feeling unhappy
Have you still got a long way
To go on your own
Trust me
We're all scared to be lonely
And really there's no shame
In feeling this way
Oh, it's good to be born
Just know that it's okay
To move at your own pace
Oh, it's good to be born
To see what's to come