What are these things

Who can explain just where we are

Where are the dreams

When will we feel like we’re a part

Take a look inside. Don’t be afraid of what you feel

Like a rising tide. A burning bush, a turning wheel

Out of Nowhere. You feel like you’ve been touched by God

You got to wonder is it real

No way of knowing, It got me running from myself

When you give it all comes back to you, to you

Out of nowhere, Out of nowhere

Turn off the tv, take a walk down in the park

You know it’s coming, you just don’t know how near of far

Out of nowhere, Out of nowhere, Out of nowhere, Out of nowhere

It’s all these things, Thinking about the love you lost

Is it really you, Is it ever quite enough

So learn to feel it

Open up and and let it in

And though it hurts, You must begin again

Out of Nowhere

You feel like you’ve been touched by God

You have to wonder is it real

No way of knowing

It got me running from myself

When you give it all comes back to you, to you

Out of nowhere

Out of nowhere

Out of nowhere

Out of nowhere