[Verse 1] Imagine waking up not already bracing for headlines that will make your stomach drop Imagine not spending every morning mourning unfathomable loss Imagine a leader standing up and saying "I was wrong, and I was scared, and I don't know" Imagine those words making way for the pain to heal and letting justice take root and grow [Chorus] You might call me a dreamer You'd probably be right But we've seen enough darkness to ache for the light [Verse 2] Imagine putting down our pointed fingers for long enough to wonder what they do Imagine trading our ideas of "us" and "them" for a world where "love thy neighbor" rings true Imagine our grief not becoming a cycle Imagine our fury fueling a fight for peace Imagine saying "I was wrong" in a room that's deadlocked in division and feeling the tension release [Chorus] You might call me a dreamer You'd probably be right But we've seen enough darkness to ache for the light [Bridge] I'm not holding out for a miracle not even for an answer today I think we're all still trying to figure out what to feel and what to say I'm just asking if we still remember — somewhere underneath the bitterness — what it felt like in the morning before the world looked like this
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