For all the small people, and the tall people For the dispossessed, and the absurd
For all the brokenhearted, and the recently departed For the unwashed, and the unheard
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines Broken bones in a grand design
We look a mess, but we're doing fine God-carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds
For all the lonely faces, in those empty spaces For the unloved, and the denied
For the little wheel, turning bigger dear For all the dreams that flew, and those that died
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines Broken bones in a grand design
We look a mess, but we're doing fine God-carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds
It's why the oak tree bends In the wind that blows my friend
And the river finds its end In the sea, yes it does
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines Broken bones in a grand design
We look a mess, but we're doing fine God-carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds
Mother Nature don't draw straight lines Broken bones in a grand design
Let's stand up, for one last time
God-carrying lifelong members
Of the union of different kinds