All day, all night I wait
Wait for you to come back from work
And I pray
That everything will turn out okay
Sometimes, I get scared
When I think of all that we could do
And I’m scared
But then I think that maybe I’m prepared
Oh well, you’re my hope
Oh well, you’re my whole hope
And everything will turn out alright
Everything will turn out alright
Some days, feel so small
When I think of all that we have done
But I see
That it’s not the finish – it’s the run
All things, in time grow
Even all the things you think you know
But I know
That everything will turn out alright