Each Day

I glide each day I find In so many ways In so many ways I glide each day I find In so many ways In so many ways Win win lose Low low high Nothing live die Then we find ourselves Each day It might not be the right one It might not be the right time To open up To what I find Each day I glide each day I find In so many ways In so many ways Win win lose Low low high Nothing live die It might not be the right time It might not be the right one To open up To what I find Each day I glide So many ways There might not be the right one There might not be the right time To open up To what I find Each day