Whenever the world sounds like chaos, Remember that song is intentionally chaotic. Things come, and they go, And sometimes there’s silence, And sometimes there’s uproar. That’s the way it’s meant to be. We can fight it, Try to force quietude on noise, Or force noise on quietude, But that doesn’t make sense. You sing the chorus, And shut up in the instrumentals, This is the way it’s meant to be. In life there is chaos, In life there is calm, We are given what we’re given, We will work with what works.