I love my mother for all the things she's not
But mostly for who she is
I love my father for all the things he's thought
But really for the things he did
I love my piano, I wasn't ever taught
Still, I think I'm gonna live
All things to those who wait
Take time to find your way
Half the answers are failing your mistakes
Even when you're wrong I think you're great
I love my brother, he's always taking shit
He's just not like the other kids
I love my sister for always making things
She even made a brother out of me, sweet kid
I love this feeling I've got something to give
And no, I think I'm gonna live
All things to those who wait
Take time to find your way
Some say the truth is not so plain
Don't confuse your truth with your pain
You can take your life, say it isn't straight
That ain't gonna change its shape
I love my drummer and all the things he plays
I wrote it in half-time just to say thanks
I love my bassist, represent the western states
I think they sent an angel from the old Salt Lake
I love my guitarist, his chops from outer space
He can make my three chords sound like eight
All things to those who wait
Take time to find your way
All things to those who wait
Take time to find your way
To all the bands who mean what they say
It's not what you sell, it's what you make
I love you stranger, it might not always show
There's a lot of good in you, I know