Chances are we are the same
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light
But we wait, like evening for night
Don't we?
Chances are we are alike
Against what better judgement writes
We ache like children for love
For a purpose worthy of
Such a noble aim
Such a noble aim
Such a noble aim as love

Chances are we bruise the same
A family tree desperate for rain
A thirst only deserts know best
A hurt so at home in our chests
Call it stubbornness or bravery
To let our branches continue to reach
With such a noble aim
With such a noble aim
With such a noble aim as love

Every broken branch and loosened leaf
That we've grown to ignore
Is now a part of something greater than before
Every nest that rests upon our limbs
Seeking shelter from the storms
Is a purpose worth being broken for
Being broken for

Chances are we are the same
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light
We reach with all of our might
For such a noble aim as love