It's cold and clear outside, and I'm up at the break of dawn.
  A thin blanket of sun is creeping over the lawn.
  I can't seem to take my eyes off this nature so refined.
  And when I've lost my way, I know there's a larger design.
  And where do I fit in?
  And what part was I meant to play?
  The picture is no longer gray,
  When I look down into my little son's face.
    Life is a river of time, always seems to pass us by.
  But I won't let it forget me without a roller coaster ride.
  When I can't find the answers to the questions in between.
  I take a good look around, I believe in what I've seen.
    And where do I fit in?
  And what part was I meant to play?
  The picture is no longer gray,
  When I look down into my little son's face.
  And I don't think that there is any better place,
  Than right here.
  Right here.