I don't understand
How I can be so weak
And so strong
On the same day
How fast a person's kindness
Can turn to cruelty
How the cause and the cure
Is much too often
The same thing
Why it's so hard to admit
That what I want
And what I need
Are rarely the same thing
Why they say you can't run
Away from your problems
When sailing away on Lake Erie
And climbing the Smokies
And making new friends
In a small Irish village
Are the only things
That ever really
Allowed me to heal
