Can I smile when it’s a hundred degrees?
Live like Grandma, with grace and ease?
Go ahead through the doorway, I’m right behind you

Can I be a farmer in this neighborhood?
Can I stop calling things bad and good?
I wanna accept everything as it is

Can I see the sky with fresh eyes?

I have a mirror, it’s covered in dust
And the light bulb’s been long gone
Oh, but I’ll be damned, after so many years
All the glass is still intact and I’ve got a new cloth
‘Cause I traded being blindfolded for a little mindfulness

Can I see the sky with fresh eyes?

Can I plant a tree in Death Valley?
Can it grow to feed my family?
I’ve got a bucket, some water, and two feet

Can I speak my truth without being afraid?
And if not, speak it anyway?
I’ve got some things to say, I’ve been holding it all in

You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for
I wondered ‘bout those wet prints on your floor
You climbed out the well, generations ‘ve been stuck down there

So can I see the sky with fresh eyes?