There's a few places I can call home
Although, it seems when I get to those places I don't feel home at all
You know, cause I can come and go, but I alway find myself leaving
People always try to tell you how to live your life
They'll try to tell you about that other side
That the grass is greener and the sun always seems to shine
What they fail to realize is that storms and hard times
Have a certain beauty that can't be drowned out by the pretty sights
So, don't play by the rules of the game
Don't swim in an ocean of people
Trying to be found
Because you can always say this is your life
It's your way of never changing completely
When the storms and hard times end
The sky always seems to be the most beautiful of all the blues