All day, all night I wait Wait for you to come back from work And I pray That everything will turn out okay Sometimes, I get scared When I think of all that we could do And I’m scared But then I think that maybe I’m prepared Oh well, you’re my hope Oh well, you’re my whole hope And everything will turn out alright Everything will turn out alright Some days, feel so small When I think of all that we have done But I see That it’s not the finish – it’s the run All things, in time grow Even all the things you think you know But I know That everything will turn out alright
