text: Fumbling his confidence \nAnd wondering why the world has passed him by \nHoping that he's bid for more than arguments \nAnd failed attempts to fly, fly \n\n[Chorus]\nWe were meant to live for so much more \nHave we lost ourselves? \nSomewhere we live inside \nSomewhere we live inside \nWe were meant to live for so much more \nHave we lost ourselves? \nSomewhere we live inside \n\nDreaming about Providence\nAnd whether mice or men have second tries \nMaybe we've been livin with our eyes half open \nMaybe we're bent and broken, broken \n\n[Chorus] \n\nWe want more than this world's got to offer \nWe want more than this world's got to offer \nWe want more than the wars of our fathers \nAnd everything inside screams for second life, yeah\n\nWe were meant to live for so much more \nHave we lost ourselves? \nWe were meant to live for so much more \nHave we lost ourselves? \nWe were meant to live for so much more \nHave we lost ourselves? \nWe were meant to live \nWe were meant to live