I've got an idea, been on my mind I'll share it with you and see what we find As a matter of fact, things keep on changing They're stirring up patterns that keep on rearranging, rearranging ♪ Beauty performs shaped by the wind Sunsets align with discipline Feeling a sense of urgency We live with so much uncertainty We rest on a breath, hang by a limb Balancing hope to only win ♪ Rituals to celebrate, words to chant await Things start to happen, they form in a pattern Seeing their rays of hope, to really help them cope They mustn't be ignored, search the lost chord