  A day gone by or taken away, the rain is pouring and we’re stuck inside, just waiting for the sky to clear up and bring something new.
For better or for worse, it’s comin to me. Chorus: Each day has a new beginning, a story to be told; now I’m thinking did I make the best of what came my way? I used to have a plan and I’m gonna see it through to its conclusion. The way I see it my glass is always half full. If I’m running on empty someone’s always there to fill me up. Bridge: I get stuck worrying about the small things, the big things just pass me by.
I only look two feet in front of me and I can’t see through all of the raindrops. The clouds have gone away now, its time to play outside. How meaningless was it to worry if it was ever going to clear up? Its raining on someone somewhere else now, but I hope not on their parade. I hope their glass gets filled up by the rain that just filled mine. 
