Somebody, somewhere along the lines of jealousy and jest,

Forgot on the blur of the freeway lights he could only be his best

When he forgives a plastic smile

And the small timing he detests, oh yeah…

There’s more than one way,

Yeah, there’s more than one way,

Ah, there’s more than one way

To see the world.

Somebody, somewhere along the lines of practicalities path,

Forgotten to the weight of his day that you can think your way into last

Yeah and out of first, but oh Lord, there are much worse things out there

Than that…

There is more than one way,

Yeah, there’s more than one way,

Yeah, there’s more than one way

To see the world.

Somebody, somewhere along the lines of blindfolded misery,

Forgot in the flash of of hatreds fire, that there is more of man that you

Can see.

Yeah, and what you can hear from the ignorant one

Who cannot help what he’s already seen…

There’s more than one way,

Yeah, there’s more than one way,

Yeah, there’s more than one way,

To see the world.

Somebody, somewhere along the lines of golden and glorified truth,

Forgot in the glow of his sparkling light, the complexities of his youth.

Yeah, and stumbling down from the pedestal,

As all of us eventually do, he will remember.

And this time he’ll know for sure, yeah…

Yeah there is more than one way,

There’s more than one way…

Yeah, there’s more than one way to see the world,

Yeah, there’s more than one way to see the world…

Yeah, maybe there’s only one way to see the world.