Every time I think I maybe got it

Another problem hits me from behind

I’m upside-down again

The walls come crashing in

And all I can do is sigh.

Every day

And all of the time

We hang on tight

To what passes for peace of mind

When what’s gone up

Is going down

We’re running like hell

For higher ground.

The sun upon our shoulders

The rain upon our face

Our joys and tribulations

The precarious human state of grace.

I do believe there’s foolishness in worry 

It's not as if there's not enough that's wrong

I try to keep a grip

But damn it all I slip

I’m a bottomless pit of what if.

Every day

And all of the time

We hang on tight

To what passes for peace of mind

When what’s gone up

Is going down

We’re running like hell

For higher ground.

They always say perfection comes with practice

A truth or two we learn along the way

I’ve been rehearsing all my life

It’s time to get this right

And maybe today’s my day.

Every day

And all of the time

We hang on tight

To what passes for peace of mind

When what’s gone up

Is going down

We’re running like hell

For higher ground.

The sun upon our shoulders

The rain upon our face

Our joys and tribulations

The precarious human state of grace.

The sun upon our shoulders

The rain upon our face

Our joys and tribulations

The precarious human state of grace,

The precarious human state of grace.