All in Stride (feat. Passafire)

Without the clouds in the sky We wouldn't care about the sun when it shines The bad helps to define the good The splinter is the cost of the wood So take it all in stride (stride) Take it all in stride (stride) Take it all in stride (stride) I ain't been sober in a month 'cause I'm losin' my conviction At the end of a tunnel filled with all my bad decisions I'm learnin' bad luck is the only kind I got I've been burned, and I've been fucked It's so much harder than I thought If I'd just been born in Cali, I'd already be a star But I'm from the mid-Atlantic playing reggae in a bar And I've been climbin' up this hill so goddamn long The boy who wrote the lyrics ain't the man singin' the songs Without the clouds in the sky We wouldn't care about the sun when it shines The bad helps to define the good The splinter is the cost of the wood So take it all in stride (stride) Take it all in stride (stride) Take it all in stride (stride) And every single night (night) I turn out the light Close my eyes and the demons show their face And remind me that I'm about to conclude another day Short of where I wanna be and with no clue how to get there And failure is a scent that I'm destined to always wear Please, God, if You exist, help me 'cause it ain't fair I'm shouldering a burden, and it's more than I can bare So take it all in stride (stride) Take it all in stride (stride) Take it all in stride (stride) Don't doubt the sun is behind the clouds No matter what you think it oughta be about Go tell the one you can't be without That you wanna take time to know her better Don't doubt the clouds are temporary Holding on to something that you wish you had plenty But it bolted down to the concrete floor You say you want less, but I'm giving you more Anyway I could say what you want me to say I could recycle all the bullshit and become a cliché I could take back all of my music and make everyone pay I could do this, really do this in a serious way I wouldn't waste my time looking at the sky When everything I love is down here on the ground Would you listen to the sound bumping ugly? Without the clouds in the sky We wouldn't care about the sun when it shines The bad helps to define the good The splinter is the cost of the wood So take it all in stride Take it all in stride Take it all in stride Take it all in stride Take it all in stride Take it all in stride Take it all in stride