I'm writing down my dreams,

All I'd like to see

Starting with the bees,

Or else they're gonna die.

There won't be no trees,

Or air for us to breathe

I'll start feeling mad,

But then I feel inspired.

Thinking about the days

Coming home with dirty feet

From playing with my dad

All day in the creek.

He somehow has a way

Of knowing what to say

So when I'm feeling sad,

He makes me feel inspired.

We are meant for more

You're the handle on the door

That opens up to change

I know that sounds so strange

To think we are meant for more

You're the handle on the door

That opens up to change

I know that sounds so strange

'cause you've always felt so small

But no, you aren't at all

And I hope you feel inspired

Oh, I hope you feel inspired.

And how can we escape

All the fear and all the hate?

Is anyone watching us down here?

Death is life, it's not a curse

Reminds us of time and what it's worth

To make the most of it while we're here.

We are meant for more

You're the handle on the door

That opens up to change

I know it sounds so strange

To think we are meant for more

There's a lock upon the door

But we hold the key to change.

But how can we escape

All the fear and all the hate?

Is anyone watching us down here?