The Growing Waves

The country only needs a chosen few.
To move along together fast and steady,
A better way of guiding and leading aright,
The name of popularity should be controlled.

Maybe nothing really matters greatly.
When the only way to move away,
It could become a part of being mainly,
On the other side of town today.

Without a better way of being strong.
The only matter where respect is due,
We got to sing a song and move along,
See the other side of something new.

Until a little picture might subside,
Maybe nothing really matters greatly.
By the way across the great divide,
Become a part of evolution mainly.

Behind an empty window open wider,
Move along until the tears subside,
You become a part of it entire,
A better way of moving through the tide.

A hundred thousand people passing through.
It only happens when the tears subside,
You become a part of something new,
Between the empty eyes and open wide.

Another one to carry us along,
Like an arrow cutting through the wider,
Thought about a thousand years and long,
Becomes a part of us the most entire.

Never ever gonna move away!
And even though a part of love has grown,
The only thing about the world today,
A way of life and living on its own.