Bwa-Oh
… But I want to tell you that I think you’re doing fine
We’re all born with our own mountains to climb …
Bwa-oh …
My friend, I see you stooping low
Like you’ve got something on your mind
My friend, I wish I could share your load
Seems like one of those things that’s your own
But I want to tell you that I think you’re doing fine
We’re all born with our own mountains to climb
And I think you’re doing fine
Bwa-oh …
My friend, I see you sinking low
Wish I could be there by your side
My friend, then I could share your load
Follow your lead — run, fight or hide
But I want to tell you that I think you’re doing fine
We’re all born with our own mountains to climb
And I think you’re doing fine
Bwa-oh …
