I'm writing down my dreams, all I'd like to see Starting with the bees or else they're gonna die There won't be no trees or air for us to breathe I'll start feeling mad, but then I feel inspired Thinking about the days coming home with dirty feet From playing with my dad all day in the creek He somehow has a way of knowing what to say So when I'm feeling sad, he makes me feel inspired We are meant for more Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change I know that sounds so strange To think we are meant for more Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change I know that sounds so strange 'Cause you've always felt so small, but know you aren't at all And I hope you feel inspired Oh, I hope you feel inspired How can we escape all the fear and all the hate? Is anyone watching us down here? Death is life, it's not a curse Reminds us of time and what it's worth To make the most out of it while we're here We are meant for more Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change I know it sounds so strange We are meant for more There's a lock upon the door, but we hold the key to change But how can we escape all the fear and all the hate? Is anyone watching us down here?