This song is about feeling small. In a world with so many problems, it's hard not to feel insignificant. I think we all feel that way sometimes.
"What It's About"
Living in such a place
Where everyone forgets your face
You can find someone to share
Your life with and make it seem fair
But you only get one shot
Counting wrongdoings and all the lies you've caught
Hoping for peace and that someone will sort it out
You sit at home alone
You don't know what it's about
What it's about
When you were small you never thought
You'd be here explaining all the things you're not
But life can take some crazy turns
Maybe someone up there is hoping you will learn
You know you don't have to crawl up in the dark
Remember when you dreamt of leaving your own mark
But now you're hoping for peace and that someone will sort it out
You sit at home alone
You don't know what it's about
What it's about
Your mama calls you on the phone
You tell her about all the seeds you've sown
She tells you how proud she is, how you're a great man
You hang up the phone and cry once again
Holding your head in your fragile hands
Wishing life could go according to the plan
Now you're hoping for peace and that someone will sort it out
You sit at home alone
You don't know what it's about
What it's about
such a sweet voice
"What It's About"
Living in such a place
Where everyone forgets your face
You can find someone to share
Your life with and make it seem fair
But you only get one shot
Counting wrongdoings and all the lies you've caught
Hoping for peace and that someone will sort it out
You sit at home alone
You don't know what it's about
What it's about
When you were small you never thought
You'd be here explaining all the things you're not
But life can take some crazy turns
Maybe someone up there is hoping you will learn
You know you don't have to crawl up in the dark
Remember when you dreamt of leaving your own mark
But now you're hoping for peace and that someone will sort it out
You sit at home alone
You don't know what it's about
What it's about
Your mama calls you on the phone
You tell her about all the seeds you've sown
She tells you how proud she is, how you're a great man
You hang up the phone and cry once again
Holding your head in your fragile hands
Wishing life could go according to the plan
Now you're hoping for peace and that someone will sort it out
You sit at home alone
You don't know what it's about
What it's about