[INTRO — GUITAR ONLY] Mm... Somebody tell me... how did we get used to this? [VERSE 1] Another mother learns a name she never wanted— another child learns what sirens mean. Somebody’s working three jobs in a city and still can’t afford the life between. Whole families running with everything they own, while men in clean rooms argue over lines. We can watch a war from the palm of our hands... then swipe past it in half the time. A lonely old man eats dinner by himself. A young girl smiles so nobody asks. We got more ways to reach each other than ever... why everybody feel so far back? [PRE-CHORUS] Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe somebody explain— how pain became so ordinary... and mercy became strange. [CHORUS] It just don’t make sense... No, it just don’t make sense. Pain gets the headline, love gets the fine print— tell me, how did we get here like this? We know every name when somebody falls... barely hear a word when somebody builds. If both are happening under the same sun— why does the darkness get all the attention? It just don’t make sense. [VERSE 2] But this morning somebody fed a stranger. Somebody sat with a man who was scared. Some teacher bought school clothes with her own money and never told the world she cared. Somebody gave blood. Somebody forgave. Somebody opened a door they could've closed. Neighbors pulled a family from the water... then went back home and nobody knows. Somewhere a doctor stayed past the end of her shift. Somewhere two enemies finally shook hands. Some kid who was told he would never become much walked across a stage while his mama clapped. That’s happening too. Every hour. Everywhere. Funny... good news still gotta fight to get air. [BRIDGE] What if what we stare at starts shaping what we see? What if hearing only broken makes us think broken is all we can be? Maybe hope ain't missing. Maybe it just don't scream. Maybe light was here the whole time... doing quiet things. [FINAL CHORUS] It just don’t make sense... No, it just don’t make sense. Pain gets the headline, love gets the fine print— and both of them live right here with us. So tell the whole story. Show me the hurt... but show me who came running too. If darkness is news, then goodness is truth. And hiding either one... just don’t make sense. [OUTRO] Maybe the world ain’t only what they show us. Maybe it's also... what we choose to notice. [END]
