Maybe

I took a stroll on Bourbon Street

I was searching for a new sound

It might as well have been Graceland

With the spirits that were walking around

What if I've been wrong this whole time

And there's nothing left to fear

And I have wasted all of these years?

My sister on trombone

Makes me really, really, really wanna let it go

My brother on the sax

Makes me really, really, really wanna let it pass and

My father in the sky

Makes me really, really, really wanna let it fly and

I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying

It's got me thinking that maybe

Everything will turn out fine

That all the pieces of darkness

Are just echoes in my mind

Echoes in my mind

Echoes in my mind

Echoes in my

You gotta write some poetry

Even if no one ever finds out

You gotta taste a little dirt

That just means that you are working it out

My sister on trombone

Makes me really, really, really wanna let it go

My brother on the sax

Makes me really, really, really wanna let it pass and

My father in the sky

Makes me really, really, really wanna let it fly and

I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying

It's got me thinking that maybe

Everything will turn out fine

That all the pieces of darkness

Are just echoes in my mind

Echoes in my mind

Echoes in my mind

Echoes in my

It's got me thinking that maybe

Everything will turn out fine

These are echoes in my mind

That all the pieces of darkness

They were never on my side

To the echoes in my mind

Goodbye