I'm writing down my dreams, all I'd like to see

Starting with the bees or else they're gonna die

There won't be no trees or air for us to breathe

I'll start feeling mad, but then I feel inspired

Thinking about the days coming home with dirty feet

From playing with my dad all day in the creek

He somehow has a way of knowing what to say

So when I'm feeling sad, he makes me feel inspired

We are meant for more

Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change

I know that sounds so strange, to think

We are meant for more

Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change

I know that sounds so strange

'Cause you've always felt so small, but know you aren't at all

And I hope you feel inspired

Oh, I hope you feel inspired

How can we escape all the fear and all the hate?

Is anyone watching us down here?

Death is life, it's not a curse

Reminds us of time and what it's worth

To make the most out of it while we're here

We are meant for more

Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change

I know it sounds so strange

We are meant for more

There's a lock upon the door, but we hold the key to change

But how can we escape all the fear and all the hate?

Is anyone watching us down here?