I’m sitting here with my guitar,
just six strings and empty bars - alright.
Writing something beautiful,
but that’s not how I feel at all tonight.
Lot of time to write a happy song, fancy basslines for dancing along, alright.
Don’t want to start this fight.
Everything happens for a reason.
My daddy told me a long, long time ago.
Everything happens for a reason, but I can’t see it anymore.
I’m sitting here, half a bottle of wine,
singing all these empty lines ? alright.
Could anyone re-shuffle the cards?
Maybe these words can reach the stars tonight?
When everything feels like it’s falling apart,
maybe this could be just another start, alright.
Come on, let’s start this fight.
Everything happens for a reason.
My daddy told me a long, long time ago.
Everything happens for a reason, soon I’ll see it more and more.
Everything happens for a reason.
My daddy told me a long, long time ago.
Everything happens for a reason, soon I’ll see it more and more.