You couldn’t take it anymore, you were crying by the door, pulling me to you
I didn’t need a smoking gun, girl, I know it when I’ve won, and I sing Hallelujah
Armageddon, all the world we knew washed away
If I ain’t said it yet, I found myself in you - it wasn’t hard to stay

Well, we’re all searching for a sign
One that reads “You’re up, boy - step up to the line”
And maybe you were mine

I feel it like I’m in it, every single time

For all the places we may go, and all the things we wanna know, it’s heavy dragging two
And I admire you for the fact, you’d never let me hold you back, but kept me in your view
I salute you from all the way back here, waving from the crowd
And I can’t lose you - you’re a tattoo - it’s never coming out

Well, we’re all searching for a rhyme
One that we’ll keep singing even though you’ve heard it many times
And maybe you were mine

The thing with evolution, the thing with revolution is something’s gotta die
Something always dies

I owe you everything I am, all your people, all your lands, I loved them like my own
And I don’t even wanna know if I can’t follow where you go - but you still feel like home
Man, I hate this cuz it feels like growing up - it feels like getting old
And all that anger, I don’t hate you even now - and if the truth be told

We’re all searching for a line
One that we’ll step up and guard, ride that sucker hard, grip it like the reins of time
And maybe you were mine