[Verse 1] Funny how the wind shifts when the seasons start to change, Funny how the same old roads don't always look the same. Little things are moving, little pieces fall in place, Some things don't need a spotlight just to leave a trace. I've been busy growing where the wildflowers grow, Funny what can happen when you let the whole thing go. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the world keeps turning, The bridges keep on burning, And the more the story bends, The more it finds its way again. [Chorus] Funny how the view gets better when you climb, Funny how the truth shows up in its own time. Somewhere in the background, there's a familiar tune, And every little shadow moves beneath a different moon. I don't change the music when the room gets full, I just keep on dancing while the night turns beautiful. Funny how the world keeps spinning just the way it should, And everything is looking better than it ever could. [Verse 2] There's a window with a view that never seems to close, And a garden getting greener everywhere it grows. Some folks like the weather, some just watch the rain, Some keep looking for a reason, some just love the game. But I've got seeds to scatter and a sky I've yet to see, And a thousand little possibilities waiting there for me. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the days keep turning, The little lights keep burning, And what was once a question mark Becomes a constellation in the dark. [Chorus] Funny how the view gets better when you climb, Funny how the truth shows up in its own time. Somewhere in the background, there's a familiar tune, And every little shadow moves beneath a different moon. I don't change the music when the room gets full, I just keep on dancing while the night turns beautiful. Funny how the world keeps spinning just the way it should, And everything is looking better than it ever could. [Instrumental Break — Bright Acoustic Guitar, Playful Violin Melody, Bouncy Drums and Warm Bass] [Bridge] Some things are better left unsaid, Some paths lead where you never guessed. The curtain rises, the lights glow gold, There's always more than meets the eye, I'm told. And if the stars look different from where you stand, Well, the sky was never mine to plan. I've got my rhythm, I've got my rhyme, And everything arrives in its own sweet time. [Final Chorus] Funny how the view keeps changing as you climb, Funny how the pieces fall in place with time. The room gets bigger, the melody grows, And where the next little chapter leads, nobody knows. I don't change the music, I don't rearrange the show, I just keep on finding places I have yet to go. Funny how the world keeps spinning, wild and free, And the best part of the story is still waiting here for me. [Outro] The lights stay on, the flowers grow, There's more to this than people know. Funny how the view gets better… Funny how the view gets better.
