Open space, empty box for the wide eye to see
Scattered pieces of what you might want me to be
""Make it fit,"" you say, ""mold, do what you've gotta do""
Watch me paint a self-portrait, according to you
It'll be alright
It'll be alright
It'll be alright
Alright, in time
Second guesses stall innocent hearts and pipe dreams
Here's a good thing, now rip it apart at the seams
Have it your way, though I'm sure you haven't a clue
Pull these strings, I'm a puppet according to you
It'll be alright
It'll be alright
It'll be alright
Alright, in time
It all means nothing if it doesn't mean everything
But then what is anything without something to show
To get almost anywhere you've gotta give up something to get you there
But what will I give, what will I get and where will I go?
Open road, empty lane for the wide eye to see
So I'll rewrite the map now, according to me
It'll be alright
It'll be alright
It'll be alright
Alright, in time