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
Repeat chorus