from "Meant to Live" by Switchfoot

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly.

Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries:
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open,
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken.

We were meant to live for so much more,
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside.

We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life, yeah.

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live...
We were meant to live.