Wake to the words of a fortunate son He already knows We wouldn't have made it this far without anyone Long were the days that we wrote every note In the seasons of song We crafted the flow and dreamed of the future we wrote Take some comfort in this knowledge We all have a part to play in this history In the end The heavy hearts we dared to say Will carry us off to the stars Far and above The wounded hands, though not the same Will write our names in the sky Let this be ours The one we remember We've come all this way But the ground goes ever steeper And these repeating parts Their numbers will grow and it's leaving me weaker It's a labor of love Every time And if it were easier It wouldn't be mine