The Optimist Playbook

Stop, quiet down

You don't need to have it all figured out

A tragedy

I forgive you for trying to make me believe that I

I was in the wrong

For shaking things up and not playing along

But I hear a melody

That may lead me astray but it's calling for me

Far but getting closer

Reaching back to myself

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

Oh, I'm on my

In between the lines

Oh, I get lost all the time

But you, you'll have to wait and see

For I'll make it back to me

Stop, look all around us

Caught up in the moment

You could fall

Never mind doubting

Trust, something I'm finding through it all

Minus the business, the bother, and boredom

It makes me so anxious

I'm finding truth to be gorgeous

The laughter a chorus

So gracious

Far but getting closer

Reaching back to myself

I'm on my way, on my

On my way, I'm on my

On my way, I'm on my

I'm on

In between the lines

Oh, I get lost all the time

But you, you'll have to wait and see

For I'll make it back to me